Quirks and Quarks

The Batspit Chronicle: Jan 15, 2021

When the Sacred is Profane

I blurted profanity that rhymes with duck poo at a person I see on my regular walks.

The guy who has been working overtime to save my soul ever since I told him my church congregation, who knows about my condition, who tells me he has stepped up his prayers for me, who asked if I am even a teeny bit better, to which I replied Nope. My condition is progressive and my future course is unpredictable.

The guy who then pointed at the SKY and told me only God knows my future and a miracle will happen.

The guy whose face betrayed confusion with my two precisely chosen words (I’m a poet!) or that his evidently crappy prayers haven’t been working.

I am certain he is not confused by the incoherent world he has conjured, in which he knows a miracle will happen, though only God knows my future.

A world in which God gave us brains that we are shamed into not using, a world in which an omniscient, omnipotent, and pretty good God permits our brains to be smashed to smithereens.

So, I think I blurted Fuck You. “Lordy, I hope there are tapes.”

By markthegrey

I am a biologist, author, poet, professor, and parent. I nest in Aurora, IL with my spouse and about two to four kids.

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