BC14. What do we mean when we say that God is all-good?
The traffic snarls
in ribbons through the parkway.
He drives his silver
Infiniti and stops
and goes until brute force
bruises the look
his daughter lends him—
with unyielding shock.
He breaks the spirit
of his wife with wheeling
might, roars, lies,
decelerating lust.
Outside angelic skies
drift true and just.
~Son Rivers 2005
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