Also Not Written

—new poem

The future, for one, the future is not

yet written—dependent, as the future

must needs be, upon what each of us must

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needs construct from the dense, messy midden

we observe as the present. The present

bides as our sole done deal, which even so

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sits waiting to observe what each of us

will make of it. As any clear-eyed, wise

constituent cannot but grant, the God

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has not composed for us a script to be

recited, no such script to be performed,

nor has the God reduced our belovéd

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persons to the state of animated

puppets.

_________I’d often felt chagrined in church—

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the church of my youth—as some or other

yahoo at the pulpit spouted nonsense

about how God’s allegéd plan for us

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lay stretching out before us, awaiting

our lock-step march into its static state.

Thank God such bullshit doesn’t fly. Thank God

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the God’s adoration for all things made

has not concluded, nor will conclude. There,

one step just past the present, some new thing

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may yet be shaped, and by the hands His hand hath made.