Yes, I Felt Something Kin

to lightning lingering

in the crossing between

asking and knowing,

between pausing

and flowing into

what was once numb

and nameless within

my refusal to re-question

those cherished gaps

that kept Jesus safely

in the Bible with lepers,

scribes, and tax collectors.

Why was afraid to

let him dirty his hands

by roaming the world

I live in, the one with

drones and nuclear bombs?

Maybe it was the risk

of discovering all that

blood I see on the news

is real.

Yes, my bones throbbed

with some kind of singeing

light when I stumbled into

“as I forgive those who 

trespass against me” and

realized he really meant it.