Before I meet Bart Wrinkle
when it’s all said and done here.
look me up.
I’ll be kicking back, slinging jawbones
who made it in the door by the grace of God
same as noah
(he happened upon it or rather it happened upon him)
i’ll be listening to stories of limping jacob and stumbling bartimaeus
I’ll be all ears– smiling and wondering about weak eyes, pharisees and romance
discussing it with the miracle boy of Jesus’ mud pies
look! there’s Paul (no longer writing with big letters–the lasik surgery is divine)
he’s catching up on his reading
checking out the far flung analysis of lettered theologians
from barclay to barnes to hal lindsay (just for fun)
I will not dare disturb him.
and Jesus is smiling
His kids–the whole crew is back home
all of them
He’s feasting on the vision He’s been waiting to see
i’m the guy way over in the back of the family portrait
next to a man named bart wrinkle (of whom i have not met)