If Caring Matters

-If Caring Matters, I Have Done My Part-

 

Sometimes I marvel at how deeply I care about things that do not physically exist - For example, God - but also, iconic religious figures, and even my literary creations - But that is the only way things work for me. For if they did not work that way, my world would be even less like what I believe my physically non-existent God intended.

 

I think He wants me to think as He does, and my proclivity to care about or even love things that are largely my inventions may well be the attribute that most closely resembles the way He operates. Thus, I cherish the things that I create, so that the goodness of their existence reflects on the one who loved enough to create me.

 

But to do so, I must endure a gauntlet overseen by a demiurge, one that distracts me from my intuitive sense of obligation and causes me to focus on my earthly needs and desires. Alas, once they gain my favor, they require my time and demand my allegiance - And then, I am detoured from the path that is clearly set before me.

 

But perhaps John Donne is right about God’s facility to translate our pages into a greater book in which our lives are fully written. That I may know in the “fullness of time.” But if caring about my inventions matters, I have done my part faithfully and with the best of intensions.

 

-P-

 

You bid me make a book of dreams and won me, as we walked

Among the lilies of the field, and touched me, as we talked

 

You bid me, love what could be loved beneath your loveless sun

And loved me for the love I lost, and for the faith, I won

 

You bid me make a book of dreams and knew that I would weep

In beauties that I could not see and vows I would not keep.