Intelligible Folly

Intelligence says that I must understand before I can believe.
But what do I know of the suns design?
Do I not still feel its warmth and tan from its exposure?
God is.
Bigger than the galaxy, the universe.
Bigger than I can hold.
Yet he's held inside of me.
How...can I still be...so dim?
My hearts says.......I want.
A brighter light.
Desirable fruit.
Invitation.
A belief that trumps intelligence.

As lights brighten, the shadows darken.
A contrast which makes lines easily distinguishable.
My will desires flavor-
     to salt with grace,
     to season with love,
     to influence an insatiable thirst,
and to introduce the very man who can quench it.
To take ransom over reason-
     the intelligible folly.