An Arbitrary Limit
And now God speaks in stranger ways, as if the merely-strange
were not already the cause of great ruin among the people
The Speaker becomes the speech and God becomes the Stranger
and we in our ruin must opt for the void or the voice
The quixotic or the quotidian: Two orbits of no overlap
never a chance for commingling. John is not polarized
in his heart of hearts to Mary in her soul of souls
Impossible since the stampede of Strangeness broke in two
the single rod across which the ends had been declared.
John in the hothouse of nurture
Mary in farming fields of requirement
where hard lessons are dug up like root vegetables
as she drums up constant fear of an early frost
John examines his hands and cannot remember callouses of long ago
Apropos of nothing, but thought you might consider this:
(written by a gay Catholic) I have heard a lot about how mean the Church is, and how bigoted, because she opposes gay marriage. How badly she misunderstands gay people, and how hostile she is towards us. My gut reaction to such things is: Are you freaking kidding me? Are we even talking about the same church?
What is it I’m supposed to consider?
How narcissistic self-loathing really is?
How twisted the Catholic Church can make people?
How arbitrary in his Anti-Arbitrariness, anti-science stance he is?
Well, I considered it.
I feel bad for him. He needs love in his life, not a Church that tells him he’s less than you, hoody.