I came across Christ

I came across Christ                                                                                

I came across Christ stripped of scriptural restraints;

uplifted in outstretched, agonized triumph.

I came across Christ as He double-crossed

the stone sepulcher; came across death,

across Truth in a walkabout that led to Jesus in India,

thousands of years from the sophistry,

the accumulated errors, the calcified ruins.  

I came across Christ, the palpable flesh and blood

hanged from a cross of the Carpenter’s own making,

His silent returning, His timely, masterful, merciful

descent, the ethereal made extant in the milieu

of our latest, chronic human lunacy and despair.

O child of God, follow the ancient thread that runs

from Zoroaster’s kushti to the sadra of Meher.