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I happened downtown, towards the quarter

With the old, heritage churches:

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The ones that appeared to have been built with purpose,

The ones that looked as though they’d been risen

According to somebody’s drawings,

According to a pre-designated plan.

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                There was an urn

                Beside the heavy, double-set church’s doors - 

                The ones that stood like gates, that seemed

                As though they might swing inside and out

                Depending on the need of the most recent

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                           passerby.

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                There was a sign that’d been hung over it

                That read: “anonymous Q & A, leave a letter

                and God will get to you when he has the time.”

                I laughed, feeling as though I already understood

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                                                that god didn’t operate that way.

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                But,

                Whether out of curiosity, interrogative,

                Or a kind of casual passivity,

                I took some paper from the stand beside it

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                and wrote:

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I suspect that human beings are driven by an innate desire

to pursue that which they don’t already have. And I cannot

reconcile that people may be designed to want, perpetually,

and to find only temporary satisfaction from obtaining what

they’ve chosen to pursue.

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I suspect that we were designed this way, as a preacher might

tell me, so as to be driven towards the only desire that matters:

caritas, divine purpose, a closeness to that which exists beyond

the world.

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But so here is my question, if the pursuit of divinity is fundamentally

driven by desire, a possessivity or a need to obtain, wouldn’t that

defeat the purpose of seeking divinity in the first place?

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                It’s been a few years since I wrote that question.

                God hasn’t answered, and I suppose it’s because

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                                              he just didn’t have the time.

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