Certain ideas, the
idea that God is simple,
for example, or
the exact height of
the waves on the bay today,
have immediate
appeal to my mind.
My mind lives in its own world.
That world selects bits
from the real world, which
time refuses to leave alone.
Time is in constant
ecstasy, pointing
out the waves on the bay or
God’s simplicity.
Time reminds me of
the difference: waves wave; God’s
unfathomable.
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Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at tom.develyn@comcast.net. D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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