Mad As a Hatter

“Have I gone mad?”
The Hatter asks.
“I’m afraid so,”
Alice replies.
“You’re entirely
bonkers.
But I’ll tell you
a secret.
All the best
people are.”

I’ll tell you
a secret,
but first
let’s examine
your theology.

Does it have
room for a
Wonderland,
where “slithy toves
gyre and gimble
in the wabe?”

And you can
“rest awhile
by the Tumtum tree,
lost in uffish thought?”

Or have all
the rabbit holes
into The Mystery
been shovelled full of
deep and serious
thoughts,

meditations and
invocations and
incantations
meant to be
pondered,
imagination
squandered on
the fear of
missing out
by virtue of
a surfeit of
lightheartedness?

I promised you
a secret, and
Lewis Carroll
knew it:

Unless your
theology, your
philosophy, your
cosmology,
are free of the
hegemony of
ruthless Reason,

you have yet
to unearth the
treasure of
Who You Really Are.

(Photo by Bert Ferranco; UnSplash)