A poetic lectio of the entire book of Genesis, in part prompted by some of the poetry and reflections in my current Lent devotional "The Word in the Wilderness" by Malcolm Guite, reflecting on the nature of prayer. Instead of a twilight conversation Whilst walking together in the garden, I’m still hiding in the bushes, ashamed, In my crudely fashioned vegan loincloth. Rather than learning from my young brother I am murderously jealous of him, And deny responsibility when Asked of his whereabouts and wellbeing. Rescued from the coming cataclysm, Without any attempt to intercede, After the noisome lifeboat runs aground, I lie dead drunk beneath the rainbow’s arc When told the world was my inheritance I choose to take shortcuts believing Time is short and I know better and can Abuse and dispose of people at will. When I run from the consequences of My duplicity, and angels descend On my uncomfortable, wayside bed, I awake to continue the same way. I wrestle throu...
Dialogues, monologues, sketches, poems, rants, theological and liturgical bits and bobs and miscellaneous other verbal doodles...