e shtunë, 8 mars 2008

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.


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.

1 koment:

Ava Semerau tha...

What a fabulous mesage - thanks for 1) finding it and 2) sharing it!

I've been reading through your blog and am really liking what I'm finding. I'm currently arranging a blog tour and would love to have you participate.

Here's a link with some more information on it, if you're interested.

Again thanks for a great message we all need to remember.

Ava Semerau