Deus Ludens
Where is God when you don’t remember his name?
Now I can’t remember the name of the Old Testament God.
On the screen of my memory, indecipherable letters tangle in a cautious dance.
Then the name Allah resounds repeatedly.
Or maybe was Buddha the name I heard.
The old God, indignant, must have abandoned me because of my sins.
Or he is just taking a break from his continuous creation.
In a tangle of lines, flashes and veins I now distinguish a “g” and a capital “D”, but just as I try to decipher them, these signs vanish.
Yes, he’s blanky taking a break.
Now I see four letters, white on a black granite background: YAVE.
Something is still missing; God hides behind an “h” or two. Like a puzzled schoolboy, I’m not sure where to put them.
YAHVEH
YHWH
YAHWE
While I wait, the divinity who denied me the revelation of his name continues to amuse himself
for a small infinite time
among the curves of those “h” suspended in the emptiness of my memory.
