the wrinkled rhinoceros
the stretch of clouds
the red moon
the next move in chess
the juggler’s rhythm
the touch screen
and more:
the fulfillment of God’s Kindom
the final success of Love
the tenacity of Hope
but I am
too familiar with
the bitterness that swelters into war
the despair that goads violence
the fear that baits politics.
all that I don’t know
is the best and the wildest
of this world and of You
while all that I know
(but profess not to)
is the conflict of me.
ah, my God, teach me wonder
and joy in unknowing;
nurture my hope in
the unimaginable
the miraculous
even the new
even the
foolish
