In a cave in the desert,
an angel
appeared to a low one,
and commanded the humble illiterate
to write.

He had never written
a single word,
yet from his pen
flowed the very beauty
of a God.

In another time
another place,
a prince
renounced the world
and sat beneath
a tree
in similiar divinity

in silence,
his mind stilled
by a gentle discipline,
found not the word
but the way
of a God.

And then
there was Jesus
a savior
a sacrifice
the Christ.
When they nailed him
to the cross
he asked
only for their forgiveness.

Instruction
revelation,
a way
new yet old,
old path
for new sorrow,
heart as old as the earth
old and new
and accounted for.

The bone creeps
into
the soul
and fills it
with fever,
fever that
torments and destroys
the balance of the heart:

all the things lost
all the things longed to be retained
these mark
the threshold
to the beauty,
to the way,
to the life
of a God.