wordsout by godfrey rust
The sailing of the ark  < 41 of 45


For two thousand years
we seem to have got it wrong—the cherished

wisdom of one century becomes
anathema to the next. This god

is someone immeasurably greater
than we might conceive, who does not need

all our apologetics and leaves us just
the truth that we can bear;

these brooding contradictions are our guides
through the doorway of salvation,

and somewhere out of time the whole
unjust distribution of resources

will be safely gathered up—Tessa once said
the plural of paradox must be paradise.

These brooding contradictions  The paradoxes described in the earlier sonnets.