Why He Can Intervene
Did God extend Himself, . . . stretch . . . to create
The universe? Since He was everywhere
Throughout the endless vacuum sans date
Defined by blackest agate depths of space,
He actually elected to withdraw
His nth infinitude and folded up
His physicality. He built this flaw
Into Himself, prepared the suffering cup
With dead things like a deep red, bloody wine
That like all spirits lives forever, free.
Becoming only soul, what’s left must shine
With beauty that all flesh can never be.
The Being that is God cannot be seen,
Except that even darkness has a sheen.
Hezekiah Brings Evil
Can prayer reduce the scream of cancer just
Enough to let the treatments sing their cure?
Can pleas for Godly intervention bust
Insidious silence of veins that hold pure
Infection, cleanse the blood of HIV,
Destroy its quietness killing where it flows?
Such intervention’s creativity,
Says Tillich, not interference. God goes
Where He wants to, suffers with us
In the cosmos’s necessities.
He mingles with the virus and the pus.
He joins us in our exile of disease.
The king turned away, his face to the wall.
God doesn’t allow danger to appall.