the right hand doesn’t know

(sometimes left people have it right)



God

I haven’t mentioned you

though I know

you’re there

we are in dialogue

it seems

I hope it is an angel

who negotiates

like the bush that burned

and spoke

and the angel who held

Abram’s hand

and changed him

in the harshest lesson of

obedience

and mercy



and not the voice of one

erstwhile

who cackles now

so subtly

so quiet-like

to say

do this

do that

my master calls

and through it

we will ruin everything

‘til everything become

inferno

and subservience

without the pleasure

from a lord

who gives none



which is a lot

to parse

while deciding

to go right

or to go left

listening to one

the angelic

and other one

the sinister

like the shoulders

in cartoons

only the stakes

though small

could become a trend

of listening

to one leaning

or the other



I might have let the demon in

so long ago

and while want the angel-voice

alone

have struggled ‘tween the two

two wills represented

and how long

‘til we know better

easily

domestically

or cosmically

while the stakes are only

turning right

or left

the angelic

or the sinister

which makes a left hand

of theology

and will

to work

and to believe

and within these

grace

to have it right

(or left)

and so be saved



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