Imagination, Dreams, and God

I am struck dumb and humbled by this quote from Christian theologian GK Chesterton in his book, "Orthodoxy".

"Imagination does not breed insanity. Exactly what does breed insanity is reason. Poets do not go mad, but chess-players do. Mathematicians go mad; but creative artists very seldom...Poetry is sane because it floats easily on the infinite sea; reason seeks to cross the infinite sea, and so make it finite. The result is mental exhaustion...The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits."

I have always tried to "get the heavens into my head" and sometimes it does feel like its splitting. I was once a poet. Then I grew up......

The Icy Wind, (A Ballad of Spring)

As the icy fingers creep in through the drafty windows,

my skin tightens, the furnace strains.

Just last week I was walking in the sun, warmed and filled,

breeze caressing my skin.

Just last week I was on the trampoline, feeling my stomach lurch.

Falling and scraping my elbow.

Fluffy white covers the newly green grass.

My toes long to slide between its downy blades.

But not today.

BTJ