For all these years
Jesus has been standing
near the marsh;
with arms outstretched in ever welcome.
You would think He would get tired
or at least his arms would be worn out by now;
but he keeps waiting
and extending himself
through the seasons of our lives.
Algae is growing in the lines of His face
and rain has deepened the folds of His robe.
His left foot extending past the hem
has a deep nail hole;
His toes are delicate, almost feminine.
You would think one would feel sadness at this remembrance
I feel joy.
In my day I carry this image of Him
His deep receiving of me
which I find nowhere else.