I struggled for some image of higher
power; finally returned to Webster’s.
God [note capital G]: the supreme or
ultimate reality. A lantern’s
glow. Reality. That’s what my soul fled
for thirty years through drinking—a downhill
run, then plunge, then starkest bottom. I read
more, sensing dominion, great yet gentle.
god [note small g]: any person or thing
deemed worthy of worship. I huffed a laugh.
Whispered how that capsules my troubles, stings
of who I really am. Folding in half
the magic page, closing the book, I stayed
quiet a while, then closed my eyes and prayed.
Roger Armbrust
March 13, 2010
