Make of it, what you Will

I

If bubbles were clouds

and clouds were bubbles

then my children must be Raphael’s cherubs…

only cuter, and without wings…

and their halos? Bathtub rings.

II

There once was this saint, I can’t remember his name, anyhow

he told God to quit Shouting

upon seeing an exquisite blossom.

I’d never tell God that—his children are deaf.

III

I try to see the God in everything, everyone.

IV

Prayer:

Please Lord in your Will, in all that is Love, where I fail—succeed.

Please God make me into the person You want me to be.

Teach me through joy. Carry me through pain. Grant me a grateful heart,

That I may sing Your praise.

V

The older I get the more I realize it’s all about packaging and lighting.

VI

This is what I get about Suffering

• It’s a mystery.
• Maybe Jesus died and rose, so that we wouldn’t be afraid, that pain is only temporary—like a celestial ‘Hit me with your Best Shot’ or ‘Is that the best you can do, Punk?’
• Maybe death is like birth and that’s why it hurts so much.
• Maybe birth is like death and that’s why it hurts so much.
• I don’t like it. I think I’m allergic to it.
• Maybe Jesus suffered and died—scarified—to turn Suffering which is Bad into something which is Good so that when we decided we wanted to know the difference between Right and Wrong, Good and Evil, Suffering which is the opposite of Good came into being and the Sacrifice made it Ok for God who is all Good to accept us in all our misery. I’m not sure if I buy that though. I mean to a point I do, but……
• I know it’s about Free Will. Free Will is That important, that people are allowed to perpetrate these grave evils.
• I don’t know where it is but somewhere between Nature and Nurture there’s a choice.
• I need to pray a lot. I’m easily confused.
• God is our Father. We are his children. Think “Natural Consequences.” Think “Life is a Big Time-Out.” Think “Don’t hit your sister/brother.” Or maybe think, little baby at the light socket. I think we’re all infants.
• We were made to be joy

VII

Spiritual Klutz

I hurt myself with these thoughts

dashing towards the truth.