(a celebratory haiku)
Blue skies overhead
Even in the darkest night
Nothing but blue skies
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.”
For a Thursday morning, it’s enough for now.
“Now”, which is, it is said, the only consistent and constant reality/time.
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