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.
Not a leaf but one
has turned. Nor shall I.
I’ve quit the branch before.
“Restored to competence” means
drugged into docility to
know and pay for what
you never really knew you did
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!
You hang your life on a couple of hooks.
God may or may not have secured those hooks,
but you know at least you will or will not fall.
Through what passes the traveling soul,
and what through it on its way?