EYE OF THE WALKING ESCHATON

ENCOUNTERS WITH THE ESCHATON

Freedom from  miracles

freed me for breath-words.

Forming like crickets--A

Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free card.

Burning with freedom

and on fire. Others saw

something they wanted

nothing to do with. Anger

sent me off.

I was in wind

that allowed me entrance

to sky. Over

and over I sang

gospel, breaking lines

on the half-hitch

just before placement

of the comma. Tiny

coma-breath tick

of songline. Jesus

sitting on a stone

with others,

smiling and safe,

listening to whispers

talk truth

to reason.

Nodding.

Indication

of a great feed.

Jim Bodeen

12 July 2017