is a condiment
you can sprinkle
onto any moment,
to give it life.
This is, I think,
his greatest miracle.
While most condiments
come in glass jars
or plastic bottles,
inside of people.
He’s a salt
that melts the ice
around the heart.
He’s a sauce
that turns every pain
into delectable mystery.
When you dunk
those french-fried ideas
of who you are into him,
they become something
filled with columns of moonlight.
Cello music over the water.
There was a man
who took a breath, held it,
then Loved so completely
he became a tear.
He fell into the world,
diving down and down
until he reached the point
where every being merges,
and there the tear landed.
Now something is growing there,
spreading its roots through everyone.
I kept wanting to heal specific things.
To mete out my prayers tactfully.
I wanted to see at least one bulb replaced
in a city of darkened corners.
But there’s something missing in this approach…
I mixed some parsley into this need,
and a drop or two of his holy tears,
and I remembered:
But not just the sun…
If you picture a sun with countless human faces,
and the power to whisper back and forth
across the dimension where all beings meet,
and the inclination to stand in the drive-thru window
on rainy days, holding out crumpled bags of eternal life
to anyone bold enough to order the special sauce,
that would be a closer approximation.
Healing is what happens
when you stand alone in an empty room,
and tell your entire story to the walls.
Because at some point in the telling,
you’ll reach the place where
You’ll become a curious flavor
in the Beloved’s holy broth.