the long sail home

( Well, the danger on the rocks is surely passed; still I remain tied to the mast. Could it be I have reached my home at last?--old Steely Dan song )

redemption and recidivism

When Satan prays,
he doesn't ask for the Messiah to return,
because to everything there is a season, and
it is not yet that season in Hell.

Satan could be a cantor, if he weren't Satan,
although he tends to dwell on the minor keys.
Eternal darkness makes an effective backdrop
for contrition, if only Satan were contrite.

But in a world of outer darkness,
instead of weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth,
I wish there could be the warm fire of Grace, and a
Redeemed Satan, with coyote trickster, a family pet, by his side,
reading the newspaper while the scientists
work the mysteries out overhead.

( faith, faithlessness and bifocals )