at the DMV. He sits on the broken
chair wobbling over jaundiced
tiles and watches people come and go.
Young drivers, nervous and cocky;
mature drivers renewing tags;
muddled drivers taking a fifth picture.
God never takes a number
because He understands waiting
for what seems to be eternity –
for a plan to unfold, for His
work to be done, for Lucifer
to come home – and appreciates
the company of impatient
souls, longing to be elsewhere.
”But say I could repent and could obtain
By act of grace my former state; how soon
Would height recall high thoughts, how soon unsay
What feign’d submission swore! ease would recant
Vows made in pain, as violent and void.
For never can true reconcilement grow
Where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep
Which would but lead me to a worse relapse
and heavier fall: so should I purchase dear
Short intermission bought with double smart.
This knows my punisher; therefore as far
From granting he, as I from begging peace:
All hope excluded thus, behold instead
Of us, outcast, exiled, his new delight,
Mankind created, and for him this world.
So farewell hope, and with hope, farewell fear,
Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;
Evil, be thou my good.:"
John Miltion, Paradise Lost, Book IV
Looks like God will be waiting a while.
God does ordinary things.
[EDIT] - So, DD number five And on one of the only pieces in this series that I actually worked on I usually let these take shape as they will, and try not to force it too much, but this one took a bit of hammering. Shout out to LiliWrites and ShadowedAcolyte for the recognition!
I assume you've read Prof. Bloom on Milton?
You have a treat in store, if not.
Glad you did that instead of a hospital. That would have been too obvious.