PoetiX

I: God Was On the Move

The best way to describe it
was that there was a glitch
in the system.

Clearly the programming
was still operational
but things were amiss,
functions not responding
as they should, outcomes
reading as they weren't
expected to, all while
everything pretty much
remained the same,
the same basic belief
in place.

Garbled, would be a way
to put it, because that's
what it really amounted to,
a new tower from which
the sensitive equipment
had fallen, and only now
were the results beginning
to show. Perhaps, though,
it was all according to plan,
maybe that's the way it was
supposed to work; there were
no difficulties being
experienced now, just the
intended effects, as if
the best way to understand
was to not even try, because
it was really only hopeless
in the middle of all that hope.

What we never truly understood
was that God was on the move,
not a mere static being
to be everywhere but being
everywhere along the way,
not an architect or some
mystic oracle, but a wanderer
in search of what he already knew,
because that was the best way
to see it, to find some perspective,
which even the divine must need.

But what were we to know?