first religious drivel in many weeks, idk if good sign or bad sign

THE TRUTH & THE MILLS OF GOD

[inspired by the classic proverb from antiquity]
[not finished]

the mills of God grind
in bewildering and mysterious ways;
in the most stupendous of possible ways.

hopeless though for man to appreciate, these ways are.

a fine flour of truth
is ever all that remains,
notwithstanding our ability or inability
to discern what this truth truly means
and existentially implies to us.

     i believe that truth is truth, no matter how man finds it.
 
     because it is so, that the mills of God grind
     a fine flour of truth.

     and it is a most holy and holy truth!

     and it is holy precisely
     because it can not be relative.
 
    only human interpretations can be of a relative nature;
    never the substrate which feeds them.
    this is my basic apprehension;
    an immature conjecture on the ontology of things, i concede that,
    and i can call it immature myself, i concede that too,
    but i can never call it inauthentic -
    calling it inauthentic would be inauthentic -
    and God would never concede that!

     because i have a zealous faith in truth!

     i believe
     that truth really exists in this world.

     what works is always better than what doesn't.

     the truth of beauty is always more beautiful
         than the truth of cruelty and ugliness.

     the holy works of exalted men
     forever carry grace and honor and humility.

     sin is sin and sweet is sweet and salt is salt and truth is truth,
     no matter how piss-minded feeble freaks of this world
     try to drag and drown it in the stinky offal muck
     out of which they themselves arose
     as envious, woeful beings
     filled with rage; exasperation.  

we can think what we want about it -
nevertheless, the mills of God keep grinding.

yes. on and on and on and on
the mills of God grind
eternity from time itself!

mills of truth, mills of meaning, mills of life and death!
...of perfect, divine justice approximated
to a frail, languished world in sickness, in sin and in destitution!

yes; the mills of God grind fine
and the opaque mechanics by which they do
is not for us to be wise about;
but be sure it grinds and grinds and grinds
no matter what you think of it;
no matter what kind of abomination of atheism and nihilism
you can abstractly conceive in attack of it;
no matter what time it takes, no matter how long a process,
grind and grind and grind it shall;
on and on and on
the mills of God grind
eternity from time itself!

   and this truth it grinds, it is a finest powder,
   so fine we can not see it
   with our naked eyes or minds;
   so fine we barely sense it   
   with the tips of our rotting fingers;
   so true it conquer falsehoods
   in every shape and form;
   and so true it ever lasts
   no matter which cynical human theory
   we apply to it
   and through it
   tell ourselves
   we understand it.
 
(we tell ourselves we can understand lots of things we really can not;
this is a civilizatory trademark of sardonic bravado only man
- no beast nor angel - can guilt himself with).