God in a thousand places

Each moment is more vivid than the last.
Futher up and further in.
Life unfolds around me.

Not as a movie reel, one thing after the next, but as a diorama, everything so 3D and contemporaneous.         

My aches and pains play like characters in this context, not as characteristics.

Games I play with my sons are not entities done by realities, but mini-realities in themselves.

My God in all this plays in a thousand places.
In some places he appears as a minor character.
In some places he, Himself, is a soliloquy

My best friend is like the leading actress Stalworth, she will doubtless collect her many awards with grace.

And the bombshell is why everyone really stays interest in this dramedy.
Her ribbon through this tapestry is both the highlight of the work and that which brings it all together.

And like (and unlike) a mosaic, this work is woven together by the hands of the great Weaver-Composer.
Like a mosaic because many parts are broken bits.
Unlike a mosaic because other parts are indeed quite whole.
Whole like a rock, or some piece of metal that could not be broken or even damaged.

​These whole parts, although significant in this window, are not dominant in the way you may think.
And even though the colors are rich and some pieces nothing like opaque, the sun which shines through illumines my world like a spinning color-washed stage.