The Foolishness of God Perform impossibilities or perish. Thrust out now the unseasonal ripe figs among your leaves. Expect the mountain to be moved. Hate parents, friends, all materiality. Love every enemy. Forgive more than seventy- seven. Camel-like, squeeze by into the kingdom through the needle's eye. All fear quell. Hack off your hand, or else, unbloodied, go to hell. Thus the divine unreason. Despairing you may cry, with earthy logic - How? And I, your God, reply: Leap from your weedy shallows. Dive into moving water. Eye-less, learn to see truly. Find in my folly your true sanity. Then, Spirit-driven, run on my narrow way; sure as a child. Probe, hold my unhealed hand, and bloody, enter heaven. Luci Shaw
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