Creation's Irony

A man begins the search outside his head with wondering, what kind of God would make a wind-up primate, hot to rule his world, endowed with nothing more than jealousy to motivate his simian success. But no, there simply must be something more in peering out upon the field to see an ass's jawbone crush a brazen skull or drown with liquid words, an enemy. Of what divine intent is the enfant terrible who calls upon the prince to gasp above the nails for his own sin? What triumphing is that? There is the seed apostasy has dipped in blood and planted in the soil of apostolic greed. Ho, everyone that thirsteth, come and buy! There is a heaven here, a boon, a sigh for every paradise pursued in vain, for yellow cobblestones, and mansions in the sky. A singular dimension waits beyond the taking of a dream to consciousness, for that becomes the moment when the God of Abraham falls silent, angels need to chant no more to shepherds on the hill. The new Jerusalem has open gates for every traveler; the wine is soft upon the lees, the song is lush upon the ear, the night perfumed forevermore with love. ~