The Only Christianity I Know

This is the only Christianity I know:
At the end of each breath,
the death of Jesus.
At the beginning of each breath,
resurrection.
What happened 2000 years ago,
what will happen at the
last judgment,
doesn't concern me.
The sound of the wood thrush
is the end of time.
Because I am awake,
a dogwood blossom
is the coming of Christ.
Let me be a fallen creature
plummeting into grace.
From what should I be saved?
My soul was never lost.
I am a pang of fire
in the heart of the Magdalene
as she kneels in the garden,
waiting, longing,
bewildered.