But feeling, now, albeit, temporarily,
a little down, blue as what produced no heir,
and imagines, to His chagrin, that a
family is what brings us closer to Him,
when He, in fact, chose a different path.
So I wonder, then, as God’s son, he must
be the happiest of all those in heaven:
these blues would contradict what He sussed:
His will embodies eternal equilibrium,
happiness now, and, too, happiness then.
It’s part and parcel of His infinite sum,
taken as a whole, the blues cancel out,
leaving, in their place, God’s wondrous love,
His perfect order and continuity.
I don’t take these blues, then, at face value. Eternal life embodies this, convincing me that, in fact, hardship is a role i play, when, in order to inspire others, I reach out. I allow this love—the blues, i think, are a form of love—to come and go, like a thought that arises during a moment of meditation—when, for all intents and purposes, i seek to align what i imagine with what, in fact, makes me real.
So what, dear friend, would we have done
if He chose, instead, to live with a woman?
Naturally, then, I tell myself: if there is no
woman, here, then she would be no fun,
at least, that is, until the stars aligned.
These low down blues, then, are a ruse,
a state, in fact, of wall to wall zen—
not something, ultimately, to confuse
with boredom, imagined, for example,
because of young women—the means by which
He makes his long-standing argument:
Through the atonement we are redeemed.