For much of the grey afternoon
the red-eyed hawk perched on the garden bench
swiveling its marvelous headas I considered our need for God;
this longing to have faith in the unlikely, to believe
in the mathematical inevitability of miracles.In the white laboratory we try
to locate, to weigh and measure — not God, but our
desire for God. We believe there must be someevolutionary imperative to allocate
our gratitude and terror to a great and supernatural
Source. Does It love us, this Creator, this Forcethat we use to excuse war, slaughter,
women hidden in back rooms, the mutilation of our
children, bloody sacrifice and masochisticecstasy? We watch the brain’s limbic
system light up with spiritual impulses and exclaim:
there! Faith on a monitor; devotion ona computer screen. As the day dimmed
into evening, the hawk’s patience was rewarded
with a plump, red-feathered finch.
Snapshot 08 February 02006
3 responses to “Snapshot 08 February 02006”
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Powerful use of language and imagery
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Ah, yes. The remains of Squibbie’s lunch (small feathers) are under my feet. I’ll have to find the vacuum cleaner. I doubt she said grace.
But it appears spring is on the way and that’s grace.
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Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts
Let darkness and privation praise the Lord. Let hunger and pain. Let snapping turtles in the murk and ancient things asleep in mud, let the hawk that takes the gosling, praise. Let all things made of matter, melt. Let the…
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