So much of this life is lived
in a wily wilderness.
Being born
anew
again.
So necessary
and, utterly incomprehensible.
Our souls quiver.
They quake.
They long to lick a drop of water.
Parched tongues thirst for something
wonderfully wet.
Too quickly
religion
becomes our blindness.
We die,
he dies
she dies
everything always dies
and sorrow sips its sadness.
Come now king.
Come now savior.
Enough power
enough affluence
enough violence.
Come ye limp and weak messiah
on a pitiful donkey.
And in this brokenness
reveal to us your divine path
unto everlasting life.