I am found
in the Story Grotto
with millions of others
grappling with a tale
to tell;
holding it
in the dull light
hoping for a clue
to it,
wrestling it to the grotto ground
trying to understand it.
I and it
merge too much;
I am much more than my Story
yet
now
it is all I have.
I draw blinds over parts of it
can't bear to see aspects of it;
sad sad visions there.
There are lighter moments, of course,
but not enough to light the grotto.
I grapple with my Story
good parts and bad;
trying wring from it
emotion juice
wring it all out,
neuter it
so I can leave
its bloodless hulk
on the grotto floor
and go back
out into
the
sunlight.
I am not my Story alone
and should not let my life
leave me alone
with it
in
the
dark
dark
grotto.
Democratic Dilemmas and Divine Inspiration examines the significance or relevance of the idea that the U.S. Constitution was, as many believe, divinely inspired. How much did that belief matter to founders of the nation and how much does it matter no