On His way down He
Tore the very fabric of Heaven
And tripped over God knows how
Many other natural laws
To get to His Son
At the water’s edge
In his thirtieth year of humanity
He who had shown so much promise
Had on this day little to show for himself
Beyond river-soaked clothes and gasping breath
Of air and life He descended, drawing closeby
To say: Look you know none of this matters
But one thing: You are my son
And I love you more deeply
Than this world can ever cast a dark shadow
Upon your countenance: I am your mirror
And the reflection looking back at you
Shall ever be Me, doing harm if necessary
To Heaven and life itself
To reveal I love
More deeply than human effort
Can prove otherwise: In the place below
The flood waters having carried away
All your best intentions which have come to
Nothing but tearful repentance:
There the Light shines in darkness
Like water casting playful reflections
High up on the ceiling of Heaven
Which are my thoughts for you
In whom I am a deep well
Pleased Father: I can be no other.
In this moment I have brought you
To perfect rest, that I might move
Heaven and earth as necessary
To lift you up.
So let us now you and I allow this journey
Come to an end, before this journey has begun.
Look closely into My eye:
You cannot fail: You’ve already won.
© 2013 D. Patrick Collins
