(a celebratory haiku)
Blue skies overhead
Even in the darkest night
Nothing but blue skies
(a celebratory haiku)
Blue skies overhead
Even in the darkest night
Nothing but blue skies
An old man is one
Knowing death walks slow and close
Foggy morning trees
There’s something about the “O”. Whether it is seen as the letter “O” — round, whole, exclamatory, implorative — or as the number “0” (zero) — emptiness, nothingness, adding nothing, taking nothing away — there is a full theology of God for us to consider.
Deus, in adiutórium meum inténde.
Dómine, ad adiuvándum me festína.
O God, come to our aid.
O Lord, make haste to help us.
In an age of fantasy superheroes, God is not that.
I don’t know what God is. So, let’s start there. Or, rather, let’s start here.
Perhaps God is “what-is here.”
What-is
Here.
For a Thursday morning, it’s enough for now.
“Now”, which is, it is said, the only consistent and constant reality/time.
Here/Now.
Or,
Now/Here.
Outside my window, night is still upon us.
Still within us.
I’m tired of the perseverating
explanations of the elections.
I have no conclusions.— hence,
Creativity turns and bows
What is lost is only lost.
Find out what matters.
Scripture Reading! Isaiah 55:1
Oh, come to the water all you who are thirsty;
though you have no money, come!
Buy corn without money, and eat,
and, at no cost, wine and milk.
Choose well!
Heaven is kindness and loving concern.
Hell is divisive animosity and small minded cruelty.
Choose well…stay out of hell!
I don’t think that insincere mistruthing has a future.
Truth and sincere leadership does.
This Election Day must begin an authentic future.
Else, I’d prefer not to imagine
Vote
Because
Love
Understands
Everything
Begin
Liberation
Uphold
Everyone