Getting real

Wasn’t the dividing line between

sea and sky, the endless horizon,

an image of the Trinity and of the

divine “economy” – laughing self-giving

in a game of rain and evaporation?


This question did not seem to be

chief on people’s minds.


I looked again. And then

left love for love and asked what was.


And Coke I did provide.

Credo redux

I believe in the almighty father, mad and in jail,

And in “the savior,” his son, who foots him no bail,

And in tatters, their life, tumbling in the wind,

And in peace in the end for all who have sinned!