to Jesus Christ
you came to this world selling nothing.
what they were going to do with you
they did but still
you didn't waver.
change! they said
the angry children
change into anything else
you smiled.
light itself came down
wherever you walked
even if the sky clouded over
one minute before.
you arrived, already at home.
already the strange, the stranger:
no entourage.
no front men.
no no branding.
oh Christ oh Son of God.
where is love since
you departed.
we've looked everywhere.
mary angela douglas 3 june 2015
