This poem is about hubris, specifically that dividing lyin’ between our powerful tendency to favor our own interests, subjective or not, over others who are often reduced to means toward ends, without equal favor. I find the axiom that God rains on the just and the unjust as the ground for my sacred appreciation of what I consider the holy grail of Jesus’ teaching: love your enemies. As a mirror human soully made in God’s image, I find that I need a lot of help living up to this…
God Rains on The Just and The Unjust
Right as rain
Assured of it
That dividing lyin’
Between hymn self
And awe others
For ever object-ing
Possessed with his own
Point of you
And his titanic share of the reign
In a cold, cold see
And fantasies of being grounded
Never subject
Too God’s rein
And the parent possibility
Of being
Washed up
And up agin
Settling for just muddling
Beyond avail
Soully doubling down
On this double blind
Weather effacing tear drops
Or unfathomable joy
Know won gets
A way clean
As some manor of umbrella
Under heaven’s care
Soully re-nude
To the whirled
And the grate unwashed
