And when we see God, we see God sideways. Always with peripheral vision, from the corner of the eye. And when we’re moved by God’s spirit, we’re swept sideways. Stumbling on at an angle to the way we ought to go. Thinking always just a few degrees off from whatever truth first grabbed us by the gut. There are words for this godward stumble in the angel’s tongue. Heaven know why, in today’s English, their iceberg tip comes out so often as I know.
Originally published in A Book of Lamentations