I read a scripture. Romans, Chapter 7. I was floored.
With the body it will serve sin. With the mind it will serve God.
Theology has to wrestle with that.
One of those paradoxes.
I have one better: How is a sinner holy?
With one its perfection of behavior.
With another its weakness needing purging.
Both sanctified, bled out, blood behind ears, upon a big toe.
What are we?
One can snatch a name from a Bible:
Who are we?
Plato would fathom the question.
I have ancestors from all regions.
Granny used to say, “God, please!”
I loved Elijah; a still, even smaller voice.
Not the noise!
Souls are crumbling, all things will pass, sold to carnality, begging spirituality, feeling something is deaf:
What is this absence?
