At rest, in peace, and happily,

My God is great.Your God is dead.Your God is great.My God is dead.Who made the Sun?My God.Your God.Great God.So, one God?‘Not two’So why are we fighting?Oh it’s politics.Then leave God out of it?My God – no…He’s on our sideHe’s not on your sideShall we start again?

how useful that task really isfor like the ideal rulersof ancient China,the better they do their job,the less we notice thatyou could say, they areremembrancers:they hold memories for millions of people:they remember people, good people, poor people,and honour them as we should wish to honour them;they remember heroes and the dead;they remember history; and howthings…

nor less, than threats, in holy or unholyalliance with blind chance;survival of the fittest, its whole aim?And swans, but upside-down giraffes?Once upon a time… when food became too shortfor the short-necked to reach the last top leaves,the ones with longer necks, survived;female giraffes, noting this,sought partners for their progeny among the longer-necked;and so, nature stretched…

quarter to four..leaving all your Bio. notesfor checking, at the door…With exquisite timing, a Pennsylvania judgehas ruled that the wonders of biology, asrevealed by the dissection of neatly-pinned frogsand suchlike squeamy miracles of internal packagingso cleverly evolved by, uh, ‘Darwinian evolution’,must not mention – no, not just God, asCreator – heaven forfend – but even‘divine…

or when you seek it, you grimed with earth,in the darkest places of the heartstill you must examine it with a surgeon’s skill;probe; bleed; question; diagnosebefore you ask of it, consentto grace your magnificat.

know we speak their namemore intensely; they, closerto a human cry;words too,more proud to be themselves;know themselves to becloser to angelsand even Death hesitates,hearing your name.