While I’m busy
not writing Chapter 4, have a fuzzy picture of an old poem:
My sister-in-law was good enough to take a picture of this five-year-old wedding present and email it to me so that I could fake new, fresh content without having to redraw it, though I did pull out ye olde Microsoft Paint to redo the text. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what I used for the original font, so it doesn’t quite fit in the box like it’s supposed to. Pay no attention to the uneven framing device, meant to hide that fact.
This is part of a series of poems on what I call “God math.” When 1 + 1 =1 and 3 = 1 and…well, actually, I’m suddenly realizing there are only two poems in the “series.” Still. I love apologetics, but sometimes you’ve just got to step back and admit that you’ll never rationalize everything. Naturally, structured rhyme schemes form the backbone of my response to the impossible.
I’ll be back to work on Pine & Meyer tomorrow. I made it through graduation at work and I’m officially out of excuses.