Spirits can be scared of promises
and creators can regret.
Yesterday at high tide, Jesus rode the waves in,
disappearing the moment the white water touched the sand.
Proving that time is irrelevant
once again, Jesus rode the waves in
like a storm, early this cold morning.
He cradled the sand in the palm of his hand,
letting it slowly slip through his fingers,
a time-lapse of a million years, and a few promises.
By the afternoon he rode the wave out,
to the desolate heavens that we created for him,
and he carried this world on his shoulders
asking, "who is Jesus?"