III: QED

People like to programme things:
it's part of their animal nature,
the demonic revenant of instinct that makes
the Nazi and the Maoist
and the troglodytic American
bless the barrel of a gun.
God, if he is immanent in anything,
is immanent in details,
in errors and almosts.
He scorns precision.
He has, instead, a commitment
to meaning so intense
that only the divine
can muster and maintain it.
His angel hordes,
like virtual particles,
wink in and out of existence
for no discernible reason,
weaving the giddy and absurd
harmonics of what it is
to be alive.