When I was sleeping, somehow my own mind
made up a dream, a world around me which
provided "place" where dream-story could find
a substrate to occur on, as a pitch
& field, can host a heap of games right there.
And when I wake, imagination can
do similarly, if I sit somewhere,
and don't get too distracted. As a man
the worlds I make up, aren't consistent quite
as much as this ol' one, I've come back to.
The maker of my worlds is not so bright,
What wisdom makes this world? - gives me a clue:
I wonder if there's tension there for One -
Creative Love's own dreaming of our world,
as we would dream a night-time story, done
in some time as we sleep in our bed curled.
And as we bring into existence some
folk, and some situations and some place-
es to provide more options there for one
to live in, and add goodness or disgrace.
In some sense there we recapitulate
the dreaming of the GOD of gods in which
we're given chance to choose ancestral fate
and whether Love can be. What is my pitch?
Will I define it clear away and call
myself the GOD of ev'ry thing there is,
thus shrink my life down to the dreams of Paul.
My God, please save me from my own nightmares!
* For in him all things were created … and in him everything holds together.
Colossians 1:16-17 (Greek parsing)
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