Wednesday, March 16, 2016

In the Lenten Temple

This season and this life take me back to a when that never was.

I leave the rules and policies, the outrages and hypocritical theology for this wilderness. Words and thoughts cannot find expression save for arches made of stone, a wooden bench. The planes of light offer a far more convincing argument for the existence of divinity.

Here is an ontological argument.

For a moment, the questions of sin remain in the realm of the world. I have no business with that Church.

Here, for a moment, I can reacquaint myself with the sacred desert of grace.

-for Troy

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