e p i p h a n y





all in gold and incense,narrated in a tale so old no one can remember it now
of course, these days, no one remembers further back than yesterday--
you did what i cannot, which is be human, and you did what i do not--which is
do it intentionally, you did it flawlessly in gold and frankincense in myrhh
and how funny that on this holy day, the prayers we say, the hymns,
are all about my skin

here is the child who makes everything i've reviled come into question, and on
this day i go from noisy criticism into quiet contemplation on the other side of
headaches, the beginning of jubilation
here is the child who laughs in ignorance of my sarcasm who says with a wah and not a word all of our pretense, to convince ourselves were were something more, the long war a human fights with human nature--is now ended.

do not be afraid, to not resist your nature. this is the feast of human nature, this is the night when all of nature is suffused with god, and he smells like gold and frankinsense. be ye, fragile flesh--always nattering, chattering words--clothed in
the word

the infant's wah, is the word

he is the word

and all the your words are the word, and your longing, and your hoping, and your living in the word
and they are all the Lord
he stands at the door and if any see
that is epiphany