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I have a dream in which,
recurringly, Jesus steps
gracefully from his cross
examining his hand, smiling
sadly at the remains of his tendons.
He looks at me, because
in any dream of Jesus, Jesus
looks at me, or you.
And of course, his eyes
are blue, or brown, or green,
whichever one it is, they are deep,
and they are His.
And He says:
"It is time."
And He grabs the heavens, linen-like
and, with His hands and mouth,
folds it to a square
and a square,
and a square,
and He puts it in His bag -
(the bag He wore across His shoulder
in the desert
in the heat
In a body in love with a hooker)
and He tucks it in.
And with a shrug and a sigh
He smoothes mountains,
rounds off ravines,
mends mesas into mud;
His hands are rough
but loving. He whistles, even, as he
unwrinkles valleys
stops streams and uproots rivers,
and then--
The world is a table, at which he sits
eating, smiling, saying:
This is my body.
This is my blood.
And He says:
"It is time."
And one by one
my thoughts dissolve like salt
or tears in tidewater, and
with a whimper,
I am eaten.
And then I wake,
shaking.
recurringly, Jesus steps
gracefully from his cross
examining his hand, smiling
sadly at the remains of his tendons.
He looks at me, because
in any dream of Jesus, Jesus
looks at me, or you.
And of course, his eyes
are blue, or brown, or green,
whichever one it is, they are deep,
and they are His.
And He says:
"It is time."
And He grabs the heavens, linen-like
and, with His hands and mouth,
folds it to a square
and a square,
and a square,
and He puts it in His bag -
(the bag He wore across His shoulder
in the desert
in the heat
In a body in love with a hooker)
and He tucks it in.
And with a shrug and a sigh
He smoothes mountains,
rounds off ravines,
mends mesas into mud;
His hands are rough
but loving. He whistles, even, as he
unwrinkles valleys
stops streams and uproots rivers,
and then--
The world is a table, at which he sits
eating, smiling, saying:
This is my body.
This is my blood.
And He says:
"It is time."
And one by one
my thoughts dissolve like salt
or tears in tidewater, and
with a whimper,
I am eaten.
And then I wake,
shaking.
Literature
Might
The power,yes or no.
The eternal twilight of choice and suspense.
The force to move a person,a nation, a decision.
And the doubt of its outcome.
Might.
Literature
Take Me Away
Take Me Away
There he was. With his big hazel brown eyes, staring right at me. I could see him breathe through his nostrils. His breath so warm I could feel it against my body. He looked so calm and his eyes were shining as bright as the harvest moon. His face was wide and he looked old. Not ancient, just old.
When did he get here? How(!) did he get here? It’s awkwardly quiet. Do the other’s see him too? Maybe I’m dreaming.
“Ouch!” I pinched myself.
Okay, so I’m not dreaming. Maybe it’s just me imagining things. Again.
"Come with me" he said with a firm, yet ever so soothing voice. His voice deep
Literature
I'm letting you go
Song for my sons that I wrote
12/22/2015
50 miles of driving rain
on the hood of my car
50 miles away from you
never seem so far
I know I've made my mistakes
I pushed you away
but see
I'm letting you go
because you mean that much to me
it'll be a sacrifice
I want you to know
it took a lot of thinking
the decision to go
It ain't something that I did on a dime
and I know somehow , someway
that over time
you'll understand the reasons why
And you'll see
That I'm letting you go
because you mean that much to me
People get to leaving
For all kinds of reasons
And many blame the other for why
But you need to see
That this time it
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This one got me in the stomach for some reason, which was nice. There's a lot of discomfort here (it's a good thing), a lot of heaviness. What's cool, though, is the way that you balance it out with a bit of playfulness, I guess I'd call it--for example, "And He grabs the heavens, linen-like / and, with His hands and mouth, / folds it to a square / and a square, / and a square," and "And with a shrug and a sigh / He smoothes mountains," and "He whistles, even, as he / unwrinkles valleys". I liked these bits a lot, the kind of nonchalance of them is unexpected and quite nice.
A couple of nitpicks: I think the reference to the "hooker" was equally intended to be playful, but to me it came off as suddenly harsh, almost out of line with the rest of your tone here. Could just be me, but you could consider softening it a little bit--I think even "prostitute" here would blend in a little more with your tone while still going for the playfulness you're intending. I also might consider playing around with your last stanza there--to me, there's so much power in "and / with a whimper, / I am eaten" that I might consider closing on it. I didn't want that image to dissolve with your waking up, and I felt that the waking act is carried already by your title. Just some food for thought. (:
Overall, though--man. Good stuff. Reading the title, I wasn't really expecting this type of characterization. I thought that it was really effective, really welcoming, almost familiar. And that tone. Oof. That grabs you and doesn't let go. Nice work.
A couple of nitpicks: I think the reference to the "hooker" was equally intended to be playful, but to me it came off as suddenly harsh, almost out of line with the rest of your tone here. Could just be me, but you could consider softening it a little bit--I think even "prostitute" here would blend in a little more with your tone while still going for the playfulness you're intending. I also might consider playing around with your last stanza there--to me, there's so much power in "and / with a whimper, / I am eaten" that I might consider closing on it. I didn't want that image to dissolve with your waking up, and I felt that the waking act is carried already by your title. Just some food for thought. (:
Overall, though--man. Good stuff. Reading the title, I wasn't really expecting this type of characterization. I thought that it was really effective, really welcoming, almost familiar. And that tone. Oof. That grabs you and doesn't let go. Nice work.