Crooked Lines of God

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. So my new poetic vision, begun with a blaze back at conversion, slowly came to nothing. I wanted to write a great double work. I wanted to balance those fifteen years of a pagan pen with fifteen years of a holy one, the profane and the sacred. Out of the residual years of death I wanted to make an attestation to the veritable years of eternal life. But God is not so pat. He has other uses for a life than the balancing of books. The Divine Writing goes forward with an excoriate straightness, but never in the manner one supposes; nor does it ever relate precisely what one hopes to hear. I have written, but What I have written is undone, not done. I have labored to make a birth of my life, but it becomes, in retrospect, only a long c'rooked line. This much, however, I do know; and given the nature of Reality it cannot be otherwise: all my Violations, virulent as they are, in the end can only make for the good. My evil cannot win out.