God is love and light
particle and wave
the infinite entanglement
that binds creation with laws
we cannot touch but
are touched by.
We move as we are moved
love collapsed into hands that
once observed serve
either others or ourselves.
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I cradled him, fresh from a morning
surveying his kingdom, into my face;smelled winter beneath his fur,
flowerbeds behind his collar.Wondered at those who collect these
haughty envoys, risking the ireof municipal codes and threadbare
trope of crippling lonelinessto surround themselves with smells of
life, now, beyond their grasp. -
in the beginning was the Word;
it has/will been/be, ever since/more.some (words) are more
import-
signific-
relev-
ant than others, without
which the story is lost or
meaning less.some ARE, some DO,
while some ARE/DO both while
never break-
ing
stride.the others, though,
gild and embellish
are clutter and noise,
momentary-
ily
worthy of a roughshod draft;
unworthy, certain-
ly,
of eternity.do they know if they
ARE or DO or do they
wait, anxious-
ly,
for the sharp, red pen?
