Easter Eve, 2011

I feel Christ

stirring out there

He is risen!

Though not yet, actually

It’s 8:39 p.m. where I am

in lovely California;

it’s cold here (for us)

Through the open window of my office

comes to me now

the distant roar of a motorcycle’s engine.

What fun people have

ripping from one place

to another.

It’s Easter Eve.

I won’t be in church tomorrow

Churchless I!

Which (for won’t the truth set us free?)

is an issue more of attitude

than proximity.

What attitude I wear with me.

But I feel Jesus out there

stirring

making his way

back this way

ready for a walk

ready for a chat

ready to move the earth

to rent the sky

to wake me up

to toss me about

to nail me

to the ground

and to,

whenever,

leave me

to myself

knowing

that I’ll bore myself

that I’ll spin myself out

that

in the end

as in the beginning

he will be all

that matters

and all

that is left.