God's Hungry SOB's

God’s Hungry

Sons-of-B*****s

 

To Be of One Mind  

With a Woman of Madness

 

-P-

 

She threw small handfuls

Of old popcorn in the air,

 

Watching the birds flutter briefly

Before they descended on the food

 

Then she pretended to scold them,

 

As if they were the most

Favored of her children

 

Or the most charming

Of life’s available demons.

 

She noticed me watching her one day,

And grinned, assuming that I was

One with her in thought.

 

“These sons-of-b*****s

Are hungry,” she said.[1]

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[1] “God’s Hungry Sons of B*****s” is a vignette whose theme involves the miracle of life. Consider that eternity is forever before and after every moment of measurable time. That we, in a finite moment, occupy a space between immeasurable past and immeasurable future is beyond the ken of our reasoning, because we cannot rightly conceive of anything that does not have a beginning and an end. Yet, we are not, at that moment, overwhelmed with wonder about time, but with wonder about life, because without life, even time does not exist.