Here He Comes

Jan Richardson

Jan Richardson

Here he comes!
Amid the foul shit
& sour urine stench
of these our shabby lives
God’s shrieking boy arrives
shocked into breath like
any other newborn
by a swat to seat
of sacred ass!

Here he comes!
Smack onto the stage
slick`setted & bejeweled
of this our theatered race
God’s searing voice of grace
forms its first sounds like
every hungry infant
lip seeking the teat
of holy breast!

Here he comes!
The miracle lies less
than we’d like in the how
than we’ve feared in the why
God’s specialist in soul`surgery
whose unscalpeled hand like
yours & mine fists up now
over nails that still tear
at tender flesh!

“God reached down from on high,
       he took me, he drew me out of mighty waters.
 God delivered me from my strong enemy,
      and from those who despised me;
             for they were too mighty for me.” ~ Psalm 18:16-17


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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