Living Jesus

O Dead Jesus,

we remember the one day we had

two at best, to walk away in sadness

yes, but also in unshackled freedom,

free from your hard way,

free to live for ourselves only

free to walk utterly alone and in illusory control

making our way down the freeway

driving ourselves and each other crazy

crumpling and bursting into flames in the guardrail

but at least we weren’t following your road

the way of crosses and costly love 

and bodies spent

O Living Jesus

you are the next day of this crashed life

when we can no longer live

our lazy daydream life in and of and for ourselves

now we who follow you our brother and friend,

eating broken-body-bread and bloodshed-wine

living in the ethereal Spirit of your haunting presence

now we find ourselves unexpectedly

mysteriously , resistantly, and joyfully

living Jesus as our new selves-in-action

out of control in loving and giving and praising

and out of our minds in following you

where ever your next crazy offering

of yourself-in-us may be