Tag Archives: God

This is now

In Egyptian mummies, smallpox. This was before.  Before Christ, maybe before God, maybe before salvation. Who can say when God was born? And whether God’s countenance was immaculate or scarred by pustules swollen with fluid, turbid and sunken, though not from great pox — which was syphilis, and thus unworthy of God — but a […]

Tolerance

It’s not true, what they say. God often gives you more than you can handle, then stands back and observes as you adapt.  Or perish, like the infinite others who were given more than they could handle and are no longer here to say so. God is not cruel, just curious, like a researcher whose […]

What God said

I awoke this morning without words. Wordless, I might witness a fawn dance the dew-wet grass, a prickly pear blossom yellow as the sun it worships. Instead, I retrieved words to speak to you. You are that important. Now.  What was it? I hate it when I forget what God whispers in my ear, but […]

God wiggles his butt

  God wiggles his butt when he sees you, his tail lashing the heavens with happiness. Not one glad glance is wasted on your sin, your bad behavior, your poor choices. Even God gets into the trash, sometimes. How, otherwise, would she understand? And do you recall how you laughed at her guilty smile, how, […]

Had God not made me a ball

Had God not made me a ball and chucked me so far afield, I might rest yet in the warmth of those mysterious hands. As it is, I have only the distractible dog of my longing to fetch me back, ears tuned — more or less — to the call to return, but also, eyes […]

How tiresome to be solid

the stubborn insistence the ceaseless assertion the perpetual collisions sixty percent liquid some variable amount gas and still we do not move aside do not go around do not flow nor mingle we are rigid as rock On my favorite day which has not happened we become insubstantial unassuming as ghosts we are indistinct interstitial […]

Almost everything

I forgive myself almost everything being involuntarily human and thereby malignant in private dissection Of course the small sharp cruelties of childhood before empathy before I knew but nearly all the rest too being involuntarily human and thereby giving no less than I get cowardice and egoism the selfish choice the cutting word the careless […]

Tolerance

It’s not true, what they say. God often gives you more than you can handle, then stands back and observes as you adapt.  Or perish, like the infinite others who were given more than they could handle and are no longer here to say so. God is not cruel, just curious, like a researcher whose […]

Tolerance

It’s not true, what they say. God often gives you more than you can handle, then stands back and observes as you adapt.  Or perish, like the infinite others who were given more than they could handle and are no longer here to say so. God is not cruel, just curious, like a researcher whose […]