There he stands
my own Messiah
at the mic, telling people
about silence...

I often wonder how someone
with such calm and soft-spokenness
can bellow out phrases
that shake me to my very foundation.

His raw, animalistic passion
for his art attracts me to him
his voice rising and falling
in some primal dance of a culture long ago.

His words take me on my own personal journey
back through the pathways I have taken
back to the days of Buddha, Gaia, Joseph Smith's Jesus,
and my earliest childhood memories
of Mary Magdalene washing her Messiah's feet with her hair.

Like Mary, I stand in the awe-struck crowd
soaking in every dew-dripping word
of my Messiah and wait....
patiently....
silently.....