On the Origin of Evil
Often, we have walked this shore
Felt the sea breeze
Watched the sandpipers stab translucent sand crabs
And the ring-billed gulls glide across the surf.
But this morning there’s a strangeness in the air
An odd glow on the horizon
An unnatural unnerving wind in the eel-grass
A cold inverted vortex lifts us aloft
The dark myth unfolds
As ineffable as it is unfathomable.
Swirling in the thickness of illogic
It makes no sense to speak of
“Time before time,” of something
Before nothing, yet there it is –
Before infinitely condensed space-time,
Pure ethereal spirits, flames of fire
Created with free will.
(But, why? Surely not that the Omnipotent
Alpha-Omega had needs, or wanted slaves;
Nor would Divine Love be so aggrandizing as to
Narcissistically fashion beings just to adore the Divine Self.)
Unknown, unanswered, mystical and mythical
Creatures (if spirits can be called creatures)
Some of which choose pride, rebel, and,
By so doing, self-isolate into terrible aloneness.
Grace becomes malice
Love becomes hatred
Order turns into chaos
A thick fog in the dead of cold night
Darkness upon the face of the deep
A cosmos without order or beauty or music
Great God of Goodness and Love – heartbroken –
Loved these strange creatures, these shape-shifters,
These wraiths, these flames of fire.
Though humans were created in the Imago Dei,
All of creation bears the fingerprints of the
Divine – snake and eagle, toad and puppy, orca and damselfish.
These fallen dominions, principalities, powers –
Are they irredeemable?
Can created beings place themselves beyond the reach of divine love?
Being eternal, are they indestructible?
Is it impossible to annihilate them?
And, if not, why allow them to continue
Their spoiling of masterpieces?
They are dissonance, confusion, cruelty, heartbreak.
Did the Omniscient One not know they would choose
Havok, death, chaos, and cause merciless anguish?
Did not Perfect Love anticipate wars and burn units?
The whirlwind tenderly sets us down
As the chill dissipates and the sun –
Blessed in its normalness –
Rises to spread a warmth across land and sea.
With gentle strokes, we wave the warmth
Onto our faces as the portal softly closes
And feel the warm sand under our bare feet
And hear the lapping of the waves on a golden shore.
We are content with mystery.
We no longer need answers.
We bask in Love.
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