Thoughts of a Savior(to the great multitude on my procession)

Hedwig de Leon

Here I sit, aloft on your sea

of sweat, grime, blood and gore

Obscured by your bed of heads

and You think it pleases

Me.

Didn’t I tell you to Love

your neighbor as you love

Me? And you dare trample Her—

literally, to death, for the love of God!—

In My Name.  Jesus.

Christ.

That millions of You turned

up flatters me, of course. I was a Man, too,

Remember? Yes, You

Do. You must.

All these pictures of Death, of Me dying,

to remind You, yes? Lighten up, Man,

I wish you’d remember that I

Lived. Among you.

Oh, and one thing that Peter—despite

his glam garb and prized roosters—forgot

To tell You: I hide, I live, I sneak up

On You, all the time, always

All ways. I am Everywhere.

Leaves, trees, air, water,

even in your barefoot

Nakedness.

So, please, don’t come looking

For Me, in that hybrid of a stone

Clone. (Must you really swap my so-called

head with different bodies like that darn

Lego of yours?)

Say my name with the bells of the chords

Inside You.  Now. And I am

embracing You, I am Skin

to your Soul.