The Irrational Moment

(Orchestral swell—ethereal strings and tremulous woodwinds)

I. Prelude to Longing
O tremble, soul! In awe we stand,
At reason’s edge, with trembling hand.
Desire’s flame, it lights the skies—
A hunger deep, where mystery lies.

II. The Faithful’s Cry
Oh hear, ye hearts untouched by fire,
The faithful call with fierce desire:
“Come leap beyond the veil of doubt,
Where truth is whispered, not cried out!”

III. The Sculpting of Spirit
This sacred leap—so grave, so bold,
It shapes the clay the mind will hold.
Through inner storm and steady trial,
The seeker finds their truest style.

IV. Awakening
From silence grows the voice at last,
A self once shadowed now held fast.
To know, to feel, to rise anew—
A being sculpted strong and true!

(Final crescendo—resounding with triumphant brass and voices in harmony)

These are
The Shadows of Knowing

What we unveil, what we express—
Is shaped by the voids we must confess.
In silence dwells the boundless dread,
Of truths unknown and paths unsaid.

This is
The Convert’s Solace

Yet some find peace in faith’s warm flame,
Conversion lifts the soul from blame.
No need to chase the edge of thought—
In sacred trust, the fight is fought.

What is the
Burden of the Divine?

But lo, the weight upon the claim,
To prove the Lord and name His name!
Believers hold the heavy scroll,
To show the source, the soul, the goal.

Will you hear
Aquinas’ Call?

A voice from time: “Reason, unbind!
Let faith alone enrich the mind.”
Yet dare we lose our searching light?
Shall blind belief eclipse the right?

This ia
A Reckoning!

For reason lost becomes a snare,
Where ignorance breeds foul despair.
To worship thoughtlessly is grave—
A virtue hollow, not the brave.

Trust in The Logos.
Listen to the First Word
Spoken long ago
It echoes to time

(Finale—choir and full orchestra ascending together in polyphonic tension and resolution)

These are
The Shadows of Knowing

What we unveil, what we express—
Is shaped by the voids we must confess.
In silence dwells the boundless dread,
Of truths unknown and paths unsaid.

This is
The Convert’s Solace

Yet some find peace in faith’s warm flame,
Conversion lifts the soul from blame.
No need to chase the edge of thought—
In sacred trust, the fight is fought.

What is the
Burden of the Divine?

But lo, the weight upon the claim,
To prove the Lord and name His name!
Believers hold the heavy scroll,
To show the source, the soul, the goal.

Will you hear
Aquinas’ Call?

A voice from time: “Reason, unbind!
Let faith alone enrich the mind.”
Yet dare we lose our searching light?
Shall blind belief eclipse the right?

This ia
A Reckoning!

For reason lost becomes a snare,
Where ignorance breeds foul despair.
To worship thoughtlessly is grave—
A virtue hollow, not the brave.

Trust in The Logos.
Listen to the First Word
Spoken long ago
It echoes to time

(Finale—choir and full orchestra ascending together in polyphonic tension and resolution)