There is a mystic
that Jesus does not know.
His followers do not know —
they who make their wine,
they who bake their bread.
For their sacrifices taken from others,
their affluence removes them.
A riddle A Domini.
Poetry from Nova Martin – America's favorite transwoman feminist lesbian druidess poet
There is a mystic
that Jesus does not know.
His followers do not know —
they who make their wine,
they who bake their bread.
For their sacrifices taken from others,
their affluence removes them.
A riddle A Domini.
He did not die.
He lives forever.
He does not live in a world of make-believe.
He did not die.
He lives forever.
He is Jesus Christ.
He is not something floating in the realm of belief.
He walks on water!
He applies to all the stars that have ever existed
and all civilizations across every planet,
for even if
they do not know Jewish Palestinian Aramaic,
ancient Greek,
or English,
he still speaks to them.
Even if
they have have not eyes or mouths,
they still taste and see . . .
he is white,
with long hair,
wears robes,
walks with legs and feet,
and has a beard.
He is real.