May 9. 2011
What makes you think you will remember Me?
Will it be the multiplying or the calling forth,
The cisterns of wine or the drink asked at the well,
Perhaps, the cursed fig tree?
Will you remember Me by storm once calmed
Or the little babes that knew and praised Me?
The devils expulsed, the coin in the fish’s mouth
Or the entrance of The King with bowing palms?
What will anoint your minds to beckon thought
And awaken recollecting Me now unseen?
A parable, a widow’s mite, a lament sighed in silence,
The healed, the cleansings, the found once lost?
What wheat field will you walk through in memory,
That in hunger will blow gold as you recapture,
Ponder a Sabbath or, will it be the perfume oil
Spilt over my head as preparation by a Mary?
What will jolt My voice into your hearts when weak?
A leper made whole, the blind seeing, a damsel
Risen from beyond, the glory in a lily that spins not,
Or fallen sparrow? Desert, Valley Mountain Peak?
An upper room with a U-shaped table frought in humility
With the unleavened, the herbs and new covenant?
Cool water, The Washing, or question, “Lord,Is it I?
Will the conquer human forgetfulness and centricity?
What dusty path will fill your eyes at dawn’s light
Open wide a dark night’s pressed blood in anguish?
The ear restore, a mock trial of mockers and the cock
Thrice call in a crowd heard by two pair of eyes?
Will Calvary be your sting, thorn crown, and flesh stripped ?
Or pounding hammer upon wrists and feet,
Nailed crossed while thunder and veil were rented
Past prophecies in birth as last breath spoke “it is finished”
What will make you remember Me once and again
UntiI I return? Will you see who’s before you
And see Me? You will not forget IF one of the least
Be your lamb as you were Mine, My friend.
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