A CREDO OF A SORT…
© Hilary F. Marckx, all rights reserved
we are standing in the midst of grace.
Beyond our wildest imaginings we walk immersed
is having friends who,
though they do not understand me,
and find me just a little disconcerting most of the time,
love me anyway.
I have discovered the possibility for grace
in the between places of
the dense lines of academic prose
and underlying midnight proclamations of agnosticism.
And, I have noticed its presence,
or should I say,
I have found Presence,
in lengthy and convoluted disquisitions,
build on well considered meta-perspectives
and truth-claims pertaining to
ritual and content and myth and symbol
how might be found the best way
to exegete these
in the most convincing
and heuristically appropriate
hermeneutic for our postmodern age.
I find grace in forgiveness,
in a baby’s laugh and gurgle,
in a lover’s touch,
in the sweaty aftermath of intimacy,
in my dissipating anger,
in the beat of my heart…
is in knowing that the divine reality
does have more to do with Creation than humans,
and while it seems
the actions of humans are mostly destructive,
God‘s action is to create.
Herein I find