A Poem

From a journal entry of October 2023, written in Wales, I wrote the following deeply thought through statement of where I was at. Two years later I am still moved by the thoughts captured.

Jesus is more than the figure on the page. Jesus is and was and will be; a flow where the future meets the now and the past is revealed. What’s on the page is a flicker of what was experienced, heard and touched; a taking account of what had been. Jesus on the page reflects the simple men who wrote from their experience of an event that wrenched their hearts. All is love, all is trust in love, love of all and forgiveness. Salvation. A saving from who we are.

Jesus points away from himself. He is the problem. He points to the Father and enjoins us to see only the Father in him. He is but bread, he is simply wine- broken and poured out in a time splitting event. God is revealed in the event of the cross- rent- only a man- rent- son of Mary- rent.

Where does Jesus become real? In the words and recollections, the dogma, the mystical truth that divides? Grace calls us to simplicity. Jesus is the person of God revealed so that we may perfectly know God. Jesus is the incarnate reality that reveals we are all one in God. This union is real, experienced and heals. The attestation is not the person- the stories aren’t the man. The words are not his words. They express an encounter with the divine, an impression of a transfiguring presence. This was the man who revealed deity- not the son of a virgin, not a healer or miracle worker, not a resurrected King but God.

If there is truth in the words, it is because Jesus is already known. He is already there, within, seen and heard.