The Only Confrimation

Once again I sit in front of a roaring kiln, in the dark of morning while thunder booms outside as a warm front moves across the cold land with rain.  I read The Ancient Text and promises from the banks of the Jordan River.  I drink good coffee.  If I were to remove all knowledge of God, completely erase all and find myself as some primal man in my current situation I would cry out to the heavens for confirmation.  This is a base life, like the throes of wet love or new life, seconds old, still covered in the water and blood.  No one stands alone on this planet and does not stand in need of God to confirm the reality of his existence.  It is to sincere and deeply sacred not to build altars, hold dirt-covered hands to the heavens and moan great affirmations to The Only Confirmation.

After 35 years in the field I think I
am finally making a few good works.
The greatest vocational sincerity!