Eben Adams

The tricks of men and women to live the good life are many and varied. First we do not know what the good life is; a good, meaning moral life or a good; meaning high financial life. The trick is to seem good meaning moral, while grasping the good meanng money. We find many ways to wear the mask. Mostly as in the following poem we search not for real morality but for excusabillity.

Eben Adams

Eben Adams was a rational man,
who searched in his philosophy
to be whatever he wanted to be.
So he looked at life like Shakespeare did
Men and women, actors on a stage,
Each one playing many roles
within their days

When he awakened from his bed
he stepped onto the stage
and chose his role du jour.
Eben lived an improv Broadway script,
Excusability his aim.
If life is just theater. . . after all,
No one’s to blame.

Eben scripted the last act
of his life. When he called for the
Deux Ex Machina to descend
from the dark and dusty, upper stage
there was a stark surprise.
It was all Deux and no Machina
the day that Eben met his demise.

Sorry For God

Sorry For God

Today I felt sorry for God
Sad that He can't wonder
Soon as He see's something interesting
A catalog data base kicks in
And omnicience knows all
About everything
Must be awful boring
He knows all the reasons
A baby raises his tiny fist
Wondering "what is this?"
God knows to His everlasting ennui
But there's one thing
Gets God going
Makes His metaphorical blood race
Quizical look of wonder
On His metaphorical face
When some fallen puny human creation
Raises his hands in worship
And full of elation says,
I love you God my maker.
Worth a universe of stars and planets
For that one star, one planet one person.

Wendell Berry

Wendell Berry

Oh how my whole being loves your Sabbath, Wendell
An act of worship to walk those forest trails
How close you seem to the God of creation
Immersed in what He made
But I have a question
Does God require the absence of humanity
Before He will be seen?
In my forest grow concrete and steel trees,
Straight as arrows, full of people.
Is there any possibility of seeing God in Chicago?
And, Oh, just one last question
Could I come to your church
Or would that ruin the neighborhood?