POEM: Divine Vagrancy

is a vagrant
Outside the skeptics’ court
When manacled
And without
Proper ID
Over looked

This poem offers an of quite different from a traditional “ the Father” who oversees His as a judge perched up on a bench, the highest point in a courtroom.  This vision of accents the myopia of humans.  Like adjudicators are apt to say: the courtroom doesn’t care what the is, only what can be proved within it. Amidst our all-too-common attempts to harness the of for our own devices, is like a homeless person who is palpably in our midst but mysteriously invisible.  Whether the legalist or extreme skeptic (sometimes the same person), escapes our view because we are looking for in all the wrong places — or doubt that exists at all — both taking too narrow of a view.  I suspect that has little compunction to shatter the skeptic’s cramped formulas or pose for the legalist’s paint-by-number portraits.  Who would want to such a manacled ?  More likely feels free to roam such infinitely vast , where the E on the eye chart is SO BIG that we can’t see it.  Maybe rocks out on a scale like the Planck scale which entails tiny distances and huge energies.  Whatever the veil that underlies our myopia, the courtroom is a venue to plumb God’s depths and heights.  And without even a bad driver’s license photo, God is reduced to a vagrant, outside the usefulness of ’s proprietors. Our well-developed egos and superegos ignore inconvenient truths, settling for some lesser , so we can manage our own affairs.  This can seem much easier, settling for the burden of proof, rather than trading up to the burden of .  But, alas, pondering such things may lead to following in your Father’s footsteps, as apparent vagrancy.

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