“What Evil Is” [A-T series#21a]
I asked You, Lord, what evil is,
Here in this world’s confusing biz;
Again You took me at my word –
Supplied response – hoped You’d been heard.Lord, in this pix’ reality,
I see Your answer, pitched to me
Like baseball’s circle – in that globe,
Creative tension’s awe-full load –I see it’s black – dark colored ground,
Not black itself – on that is found
The tossing chaos buffered there
By Spirit’s brooding hand of care.Above there’s hope – stars’ distant view,
Between the bubble – tensions new
Each day for each of us, as we
Toss back and forth on tossing sea.To me, that is our place today –
Between the two – dark held at bay
To give us space by campfire’s light,
To dance and sing amidst the fight.For we’re here too, feet mired in clay,
Heads in the stars in hopeful ways;
As in between, that tension’s pull
Provides the context – life quite full.Green is the sun, to those around
The lure of stuff, who’s Lord is found
To be illusion, useful though,
As Holy Spirit lets us go –On living in creative space,
Despite the tension’s desperate case;
Lord, thanks for sun, and moon, and stars,
Which give us hope midst where we are.Thanks Lord for this.
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