The only Christianity I know:
At the end of each breath,
the death of Jesus.
At the beginning of each breath,
his resurrection.
What happened 2000 years ago
does not concern me.
The sound of the wood thrush
is the last judgment.
Because I am awake,
a dogwood blossom
is the end of time.
Just let me plummet into grace,
a fallen creature.
From what should I be saved?
My soul was never lost.
The Mother who bears this
pang of Christ-fire in her heart
can never let me go!
Photo: Trillium Trinity on my forest walk
The Christianity I Know
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