Another Job

 

The joy not of life but in it

The melody audible in the cacophony.

There is a music of the spheres but it plays against the background of noise.

Not the blessing of the church but the blessings in the church.

And outside the church. Love in a background of indifference.

You say there’s nothing new here. That’s so.

But these words still sound within the old vocabulary, within the old old language

And so you miss them if you’d listen hard.

The opposite of the rattle in the hum of the car.

If I suggest that God did not create the universe is was created by it

Have I excluded myself from all religion? Such a God no one needs.

Such a God explains nothing. Do we have to define God

As the concept that accounts for being? Maybe Occam has another 

Job for God.

Religion is an industry but

in that industry a melody

the managers didn’t put there

And can’t hear.