That Face on Mars

One looks at the painting and sees order, a subtle arrangement of color, light and shade, another

Chaos. Perhaps it’s not even a painting but an inkblot or a cloud. That face on Mars.

Some see the arc of history pointing toward justice. Others, staring, deny the arc.

Evil is what makes these alternate visions possible. Without evil there is no struggle.

There is no seeing as, no imagining. No faith. No homo sapiens. No avenue to God. No God.

This may rescue God. This may leave no room for Heaven.