You won’t be passing out stones
or scorpions or wasps on the other side
of apples. You won’t be not holding
the ladder when he climbs,
or not looking when she crosses.
You’ll not wonder when you should know,
for you’ll know, though you’d rather not.
You’ll know and do what you should do
because you are who you are,
the man, at last, you were meant to be.
We used to speak of the thingification
of grace, which was a bad thing,
but now I think love,
to use its proper name,
is indeed a stuff,
weightless and invisible,
we can get our hands on.
It’s from where everything always is
and is flowing,
if we let it,
through us to all the rest
to give us and it
life.
Better this theology,
wrong as it may be,
than me and my will
manning up
to obey the law repeatedly.
And yes, you are
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