Ann Keiffer

Wheels of Fortune

One bright day
I saw a wheel
way up
in the middle
of the air…

the crushing,
of a punishing,
madman God
Ezekiel saw.

What flashed
before me in the blue
of the sky that day
was a vision,
suspended in a moment—
an ephemeral, vast array
of white-gold gears
and wheels
and circles
and threads
and ribbons
and levers
and rods
and ties
and intricate webs,
fashioned together
in varieties without end,
delicate yet indestructible,
all the white-golden,
shining pieces
moving in quiet,
whispering together,
meshing perfectly,
each element
turning or moving
and being moved
and turned in turn.
Not a rigid machine…
a divine work of art,
ever intending
and moving toward good,
toward love-transforming—
with all randomness built-in,
human folly and foil
allowed for,
each decision,
every action,
no matter how ruinous
creating an interaction,
a new response,
the artful movement
always turning
always intending
always bending
toward love,
toward good,
toward transformation…
only needing enough time.

Ann Keiffer
February, 2022

Image Credit:
Ann Keiffer’s feeble attempt to convey a vision via digital collage


About Ann

I am interested in the strange beauty of brokenness, in transforming possibility in difficult times, in how we heal even when we can’t get better, in the alchemy of surrender, in the interplay of light and shadow, in the bounty of everyday wonders, in the gift of laughter…and writing about it, all and everything.

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