JESUS AT SEVENTEEN

I met Jesus As a teenager
Yes a real Jesus

Face to face
Mind in mind
In juvenile hall.

He admitted to
Defending an innocent
With his fists, confessed

That he needed to better learn
How to turn the other hemisphere

He sits with long hair
ultra white teeth
Against olive skin.

Growing from the center of his chin
The beginning of a beard,
Hints of becoming a physical man.

His energy filled the room,
Embraced me with goodness,
Truth and humor

His hands danced in unison
With words, those fingers
Wrapping around eternity

Felt the pull and spin
Of the earth’s rotation, his eyes,
The core and axis, felt

My life in his hands
adolescent flesh and flame
Being one with his emptiness.

2007