No one really knows
why God is too humble
to pick up a pen
too muted to have a voice
too busy to have the time
or just too smart to try
but isn’t it fascinating
to hear about all those
clairvoyants out there
who seem to know
exactly
what He wants to say
it’s after our final breath that we meet the Mystery face to face hopefully a greeting of open arms a sweet upturn of the wrists maybe a shrug of the shoulders but why worry about inevitability? what
Inevitably cracks develop in even comfortable lives which expose a windy abyss that shuffles the pages of one’s tidy existence takes the trusted guns of cause and effect blindfolds and drops them over