World Peac Pilgrimage to Mt. Baldy (Trying to Scurry Off in the Opposite Direction) by Charles S Kraszewski

Look the problem with God is that He Sticks to the fingers like pine resin And not even the turpentine of rational thought Can scour Him out from the pores He seeps into Turpentine coming from resin itself Fire cannot be driven out with fire The conflagration is but a confirmation You need sand an abrasive dry and neutral nothing Only thing is nothing doesn't exist We tried to invent a poetry for that purpose Good wicked human tongue-lashings alas Same problem He beat us to the Word And a Word Incarnate at that Nor did scourging help at all Thanks for nothing Pontius Pilate All you did there was to scatter by shattering Millions of roadside Ecce Homo chapels Erected on pillar and post And the tongue is where He frequently will rest All we can do is continue stubbornly repeating A litany of contradictions like "good wicked" God cannot contradict Himself Problem is He loves a paradox As Donne and Augustine and Rumi Never tire of pointing out All we can do is live without Him In Whom we live and breathe and have our being Hey we didn't ask to be born

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