The wonder we call and fail to call God

I just absolutely loved this and had to post it here for you all. Read it twice- take it in.

"CONSIDER THE WONDERS WE CALL AND FAIL TO CALL GOD

How sweet the taste of wax when it’s blessed with honey. Though we seldom mistake it for God, we speculate. A hive might figure the intricate divine. This you can chew,and abstraction, too. The exhausting world up there, beyond our petty spaces that buzz with pleasure. High over a cache of nimbus clouds, a spritz of cosmos, we find blanks to fill in.

The grass gets called god. The weather gets named as well, or credited to the faithful who prayed a potluck into sunlight. A well-baked pie can be heavenly (not heaven), divine (not divinity, another sweet).

Once inside the sacred body of another, or having let a lover in, we might say amen. We mean this, too, though not believing our unions last forever, selah. Such undulating gods lapse.

Revive us again from suggestion, a myriad wonders we call and fail to call God. Better work: to laugh or worry, the worry that wears a threadbare spot on the pocket of loved jeans, over time. See now? Worn denim becomes the means to smooth a god into our conversation (true as any considered hive). Laugh and fret at our many-honeyed, blank skies, our pockets falling off, bleached bland and emptied of risk."

By, David Wright
Professor of Writing and Literature at Wheaton College, IL, and the author of A Liturgy for Stones (2003) and Lines from the Provinces. Found in Princeton Theological Review ( This Spring's edition) See link to the Princeton Theological Review in one of my previous blogs.