Morning prayers said
Slow gentle walk in the
Rolling hills overlooking
Glistening lake, a jewel in
He overtook me on the
Narrow road, but slowed to
Offer a greeting
Something real, strong, tender
Compassionate eyes of wisdom
Without thinking, I am pouring
Out innermost thoughts and
Family secrets, infantile fears
To this stranger
He bids me walk with him
Listening deeply, attentively
Why do I take the easy roads?
Why do I play the chameleon?
What dark secrets am I afraid to face?
What trauma lies hidden in the past?
From whence came this narcissism?
This hubris, this need to be more?
Why do I feel like a phony, a fake?
Who am I really?
We rest for the night
He builds a fire and opens his satchel
To break and share flatbread and
Wine from an aged wineskin
The music of the spheres is in his eyes
Swirling planets, exploding nova
Quasars pulse and colors dance as
I drift into sleep and dream of
Floating amongst the stars
Now sailing on aqua seas with
Sparkles of amethyst as whales play
Albatross swoops, flying fish skim
To a golden isle where finches sing
I awaken to the smell of fish cooking
On a campfire and soon
Our journey continues
On towards the Jordan
Deep in the valley below
A crowd has gathered
I can see them from a distance
On the shore, some in the water
Having changed their minds
About their own needs and futures
Washed in the baptismal stream
He bids me wait as he wades in to be
Baptized over the objections of the
The heavens split
Is it thunder speaking?
The common words
I spoke at the birth of my son
This is my beloved son
In whom I am well pleased
Adopted, accepted, affirmed
Then a dove …
A dove, the sacrifice of the poorest,
Gently settles on his shoulder, cooing
Something unseen compels him to leave now
I feel alone and lost, but
Before he goes off into the rugged
Wilderness, he pauses, caresses my cheeks
With his palms, looks deeply into my eyes
And gently says,