What if God were just twice as smart as you? Twice as nice. Twice as precise. Would you worry then, Darling?
Worry about the things He would tell you
Before, not after, the flood
The possibility of both
Righteous anger and a casual
Blast of glory
Refuting all the
niggling details of narcissism
And all your little monsters
Eyeing you hungrily from their corners
Waiting to take all
The clues, the love-notes, the blazing stars
He has strewn about this place
Only hope for
I read that Carl Sagan’s wife has interpreted the story of Eden lost as a triumph of human freedom.
Ironic considering she surely sees it as a mythical tale.
Ironic considering that we have chosen holocaust, genocide, neglect, and violence as the measures of our freedom.
And there is this as well–when you see ultimate love and beauty as a confinement, one might rightly ask–
what do you know of love?