God: Hap Happening Happily

HAP happens happily—like it or not. 

Mostly, I don’t.Despite my bias and  belief

system, my prejudice & convictions, my 

goals, aims, measurable objectives, desires, 

wishes,  wants, lacks  hobble-de-hoy 

handicaps: nothing is broken. Nothing to 

fix. Nothing wounded. Nothing to heal.

Except in manners of speaking.  Heal!

Heal! we say, IT’s broken.  IT, we say.  

So to speak.

God: HAP happening happily, hap’s 

will be done no doubt and so to speak

and as it were, HAP happening happily

right be-here-now in my 2^nd floor Jensen

office and across thestreet trees thrashing 

in the spirit, sky above, clouds sailing east

toward Black Mountain, front-end loader 

below transitioning from farm to  points 

north. Common sense, tradition, disciplines:  

ways I talk about What’s Happening

–ripping-off hap happily in manners of 

speaking, discriminating, reducing, 

hammering & nailing to suit my purposes

aims, goals, & measurable objectives. 

Crime against the whole. Necessary

evil-doer. 

My critical thinking, mocking, scorn, 

ridicule, judgment, castigation, 

caterwauling  condemnation is based 

on my superiority: my excellence—

capacity for seeing above and beyond

and over the heads of most if not all.  

How could it be other wise?  It’s a

burden, if not a flaw—being one-eyed 

in the valley of the blind as it were. Have

to patronize: recognize the blindness and 

forgive them for they know not what they 

do.  Noblesse oblige. Charisma.  Otherwise

forget about it.  Discordia.