A week ago, it would have been Easter. As I sat in church, at the second service, a poem idea bubbled up.
I thought of angel committees who are putting together an assessment document for God, who simply wants to hear the alleluias, without having to quantify their effectiveness.
Clearly, I may have been in the world of higher ed administration a touch too long.
Yet when I told one of my poet friends of this inspiration, she responded, "No no! Convince the Almighty about the value of clean columns and rows with detailed rubrics! After all, the Universe MUST NEEDS make quantitative sense! How else can we tell of its effectiveness?"
How sweet of my friend to give me words that the angel committee will use!
I think of God, lonely for the days when one could hear the alleluias so clearly, as they echoed across the universe. I think of God, surrounded by chatter and charts and numbers and rubrics for assessing the effectiveness of the alleluias and a matrix for assessing the accuracy of the rubrics.
It's the second Sunday in what should be the season of alleluias--don't let God down!
feeling the feelings…
9 months ago