Forerunners of the Eschaton

“There are a few who, during spans
of historied man’s harvest,
have risked a fuller fruit, have
plunged to blind ground
and left behind the rasping years…

What is this
they do? What breach in our walls
comes with their coming, to let
into our prison the smell of the sun
and grass? Their existence tells
itself to ours through the crack.
One such was Jesus the Jew, bearing
his hours on his back – pedlar
of choices and fisher for God.
Let him pass.”

– Sheila Moon (Joseph’s Son)

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