Hymn

Whale is God.

Dolphin is God.

Cloud balanced perfectly on a January hill is, well...

Chevy Small Block on a dyno stand, pumped with too much air and ready to blow is where we should be dancing in praise and ecstasy and hope for eternal life ("Lighter is faster.")

All the Morning Glory destroying the backyard fence are relentless Gods.

Sometimes, even a dentist bill feels Biblical.

We are careless Gods.

Words are Gods? No, but eternity is glimpsed between them.

What about Now? Neither heaven or hell but equal.

Should we be Penitent? You are Penitent.

Also, You should know that You are You, and I can never know You—the loneliness and joy of being unique as everything else.

And Prayer is not what you think it is.

Wolf is multiple Gods in one.

Fast freeway traffic is our last true Church. Our only real Congregation.