from “The Gospel According to Mary”
Look for me among the missing—
the lost ones
their bones thrown—
Look for me in the shadows,
light taken from light,
true god from true god, begetting—
Look for me in disguise
as the dove, the Ghost who holds
the place I’ll never own.
* * *
I am the thing invisible—
the missing other
in plain sight.
Father, son and—not mother?
Who: the giver of life?
Who: the maker of flesh?
The Trinity, broken:
Two men and a ghost.
* * *
Re-dream history:
Who would have survived
if God had been whole?
God the family, not
the father. The prophets speaking
in the mother’s voice.
In more than one: Church,
child, creed, I believe.
In the remaining grace, I believe.