A chiasm woven from a double prayer, a double binding, and tears redoubled where the meaning of prayer, and God, and “coming” are all interwoven with “perhaps.” Come, for better or worse. Yes, yes, perhaps. Viens, oui, oui. To pray is to enter an abyss of provocation and perchance, where God's abyss is our abyss, a double abyss, in which no one can see what is coming. If I were ever invited to be a guest curator of an exhibition meant to honor a theology of “perhaps,” I would announce a collection of representations of Jesus weeping over Jerusalem (Luke 19:41–42).
Tears, of course. Not perhaps. Lord, and yes, all humanity, let us have mercy on all the suffering creatures in this world.
