in the town of Jerusalem,
my home,
my warzone,
my heart's stone.
i set off from home,
with weathered sandals
and broken eyes
i sought for treasure,
not gold nor wine,
oil and water
a feast for two
and i
walked past a building.
a wind past trees,
light through holes,
and i felt a
strange sensation
in my heart.
it stood like a castle
stripped of it's
false gold.
i stopped to see,
among your disciple, was
a man with a robe
tied
around his waist
and he had
eyes with
a million oceans in them,
and had a fire within
so bright.
washing their feet.
and i wondered,
was it true, Jesus,
that you only acted humble.
or have you
hoaxed entire kingdoms into
believing your God.
divine encounters
wine skins and
calling the dead out of slumber,
and here,
you've ordered a counterfeit vine for
your branches.
the hope of you being real
was seeping into the earth,
like
depleted souls
desperately looking for its
own grave.
but i took a second,
a third look.
5 blinks and a breath,
isn't that you.
i looked again,
and i saw your arms like trees
reaching towards
empty mouths,
i saw a wine stained
robe, and
whiplashed skin,
i didn't know what it meant.
you invited yourself
stripped yourself of heaven
and lowered yourself to
wash the feet of those
who follow you.
oh, the awe.
oh, the sheer weight of
love that swept into, above and through me.
my ears starts to tear up
despite the drought inside me,
and i was filled up,
even though broken cisterns laid
bare
within me
and the world looked
just a bit brighter.
and life finally
felt like life.
and not
empty pots and
eyes that bled pain
nor is it a heart stabbed by its own
mother.
at that moment.
within this...
second.
glimpse.
bleep in eternity.
i knew you were God
and you are real.
heyy heres a try at ekphrastic poetry haha...hopr you guys like it!!
