In Wake of Canoe

I’m going after God,
not content with
God’s coming to me. I’ll
seize the divine
cloak – here in
oak, there in
wave slipping away
in wake of
canoe.

It won’t do
for me to sit
patiently like Job
did until he didn’t.
I’ll raise a fist to divinity
and a pint to mystery. I’ll
cheer the thunder
clap resounding as
lightning ferrets
out traces of
the divine.

I’ll look into her
eyes, rimmed with
hope and worry
both and I’ll see
God seeing me,
God coming
after
me.

4 thoughts on “In Wake of Canoe

  1. shoreacres says:

    I confess I laughed when I got to:

    It won’t do
    for me to sit
    patiently like Job
    did until he didn’t

    Those lines jogged my memory and sent me back to read Job 38, where the Lord himself got just a little testy! I enjoyed the poem, and I enjoyed refreshing my memory of that dialogue.

    • agjorgenson says:

      I’m so glad you got a chuckle out this line that kind of fell in my lap! It always warms my heart to hear passages where the Lord does not look anything like the “God of the philosophers.” It reminds me that truth is more often trades in tropes that syllogisms.

  2. Yes, I too loved the line “Job did until he didn’t”. Also loved the “cloak in oak”….sometimes we only see evidence of God in the eddies.

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