Wednesday, 27 September 2006

evil veils lives

Writing a paper on Augustine, this verse snuck into my notebook:

Evil veils lives
from a good God.

We are made whole
by the Wholly Other
who makes us holy.
Read it as a poem, as a confession, or as purely word-play. I prefer the first stanza. The second one's a bit awkward, but accompanies the first very well, I think, as an antidote to lives veiled from God. Any suggestions for another play on whole/wholly/holy/hole?

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