dark am i, yet lovely

a poem by Jay Hulme, titled Jesus at the Gay Bar

He's here in the midst of it - right at the centre of the dance floor, robes hitched up to His knees to make it easy to spin.

At some point in the evening a boy will touch the hem of His robe and beg to be healed, beg to be anything other than this;

and He will reach His arms out, sweat-damp, and weary from dance. He'll cup this boy's face in His hand and say,

my beautiful child there is nothing in this heart of yours that ever needs to be healed.

The Holy Family with the Virgin Teaching the Child to Read, ca. 1613-1615

Bartolomeo Ludovico Schedoni, 1578-1615

The Ewe Lamb | 809

Instead, the rich man took the ewe lamb that belonged to the poor man.

From the perspective of that lamb.

"Sebastian, he/him"

half a mind, that keeps the other second guessing.

03/31/2024

Happy Easter! He is risen! Hallelujah!

Amnon and Tamar