WRITING ABOUT JESUS
~feast of the Annunciation
The rules don’t measure.
The untouchable saves you
and you must do the same.
Thieves and beggars at the banquet,
obedient sheep abandoned to wolves,
so much wasted seed.
Today the sun is warm on my back.
I’m waiting at the café, for my friend.
Star in the East
adorns the horizon,
guides around the globe to everywhere
the redeemer is laid.
That which was before the beginning,
contains the whole,
there is nothing drifting sideways
at some unspeakable
angle, far from the fields
of gravity and love.
Hail Mary,
Fear not.
Everything
matters.
A woman talking on her phone in the corridor
makes a silhouette against the light.
The firstborn
made flesh.
The only story
is ours.
Creeds lean away, defining.
One substance—what else?
One essence, one congealment.
Do you understand?
m=E divided by the constant
through whom we live and move.
The sun is warm on my back and
I must shade the page to see.
For the time being,
there is nothing between me and the light.
GladErrand 