EPIPHANY

The Cross is upon me

This Epiphany

Myrrh for death and burial

I have no other gift

Knees that must fall down

To worship

This birth, this child, this life

The collision

Has always been there

But we prefer not to notice

Leaving the dealing

For another time

I was praying the crucifixion

On a hard day

When all my effort

Had lost meaning

The futile taste

Of bile rising up

The little child of God

Not yet familiar with words

Came to speak

Annunciation to the crucified

Birth to the dying

Beginning to the ending

Hope for the hopeless

There are possibilities

In everything