They say
that when Jesus was baptized,
the heavens
opened,
and the Holy
Spirit, however she is conceived,
flew between
the realms
hitherto
designated as either divine or human.
At this
moment the previously exclusive distinction
began to
fade and dissolve into an irrelevance,
that, millennia
later, continues to disturb and frighten.
Then, by all
accounts, celestial dove-like descending flutterances
became enmeshed
with the swirling uncertainties
of earth’s
dust;
beginning
with the man from Nazareth.
Amidst the resigned
dreariness of mortal fears and struggles,
he began to
live flashes of love and other-worldly light
that caused many
to gasp.
Some drew
breath deeply with joyous hope and wonder,
released their
dreams,
and went
searching for the teacher so they might hear more.
Others groaned
with fear, and shook.
Seeking only
that he should go away, they resolved
to build
their walls higher and their vaults stronger.
But the
divine affirmation of this beloved son
was already
spoken,
and the
thing would not be undone.
© Ken Rookes
2013
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