From the deep blue chaos of creation

You pulled light to brighten ev'ry way.

You stared into the blackness of night

snapped Your fingers and commenced to dance.

You danced and played while the world You formed;

gathered clay and rolled a ball

pinched and punched, squeezing here and there

Your image and likeness breathing life into cells.

Set in the playground named Mother Earth

naked we danced and sang freedom songs.

We whirled till our spermal fluids flowed

till our eggs embraced the swimming lot

till makings of ourselves squeezed through 

the channel of fright

and the dry-tears of hungry babes

wailed in the Garden named Paradise.

These were bearers of the serpentine curse

images of God with distracting thirsts.

*Thoughts of Alan Jones:

  -...of all the choices that we have to make, there is nothing harder than having to give up something good for the sake of something better.

  -It is as if God has placed time-bombs inside us, programmed to go off at certain intervals to make a gaping hole in us so that we can continue to be open to life.  (God) is always creating new space in us by means of these explosions.  We are continually being given the space to choose either "heaven" or "hell", to act in such a way that we are either more and more curved in on ourselves or more turned towards God.

  -Suffering and joy are bound together in our struggle to choose life and not death.

  -We cannot do what is demanded of us without help.  The last word for believers is not their own failed efforts, but the free, spontaneous, and explosive love of God forever making new space in them.