Second Coming: A Poem

I originally wrote this little poem last year, and though it mentions LGBT issues very briefly, it’s designed for everyone to enjoy and think and reflect on. I got to thinking about the fact the other day that we have so much diversity in and within the LGBT Community, and I experience a lot of diversity in the bisexual community, yet we all (most of the time) bond together and support and love one another despite our differences, celebrating unity in diversity. It made me wish that the Christian community could do the same. However everyone reading this decides to spend their holiday season, don’t forget that the real meaning of Christmas is celebrating the gift of God’s Love for us all as embodied in the gift of Jesus’ life, ministry and teachings so that all of us, including LGBT Christians, can share in the glory of the Kingdom of Heaven forever, within all of our hearts — if only we believe.

Happy Holidays!

 

Second Coming

the night a deep shade of blue; sky the color of ice winter touching the land, sending out icy tendrils of wind

to chill the souls of those who couldn’t quite afford a jacket this year;

the scent of cozy fireplaces beckon from far away; neighborhoods

he has never seen before, ones to where he

knows in his appearance he will never be asked to come in and sit

by the fire, get warm…approaching the prefab steel cathedral

through the spotlights and the brilliance he sees them inside

seeming to worship yet they seem so silent-he sees their

faces that seem filled with a sadness

only the little children seem

to smile, alive with a glow as if they are awaiting

for something wonderful to happen soon,

they KNOW…….

he shuffles in his tattered clothes towards the huge front doors looking at

those inside-is this a department store or the house of

God? he wonders silently hearing words that speak of salvation

and rescue from eternal death but scarcely of love,

scarcely of compassion, and avioding inclusion;

the miracle and mystery of something so beautiful, pure, and eternal

trivialized to a mere credit transaction based upon a willingness to sign

agreements without asking to see the fine print

and a bill that seems paid yet at the same time never seems to be as the collection agencies are always always waiting to catch someone

overspending their limit and snaring them with interest

do those advertising this package for salvation like the gift everyone must have know that one size

doesn’t fit all? That the size that fits them may be painful for another to

wear? he wonders how many will the store tonight never to

return, wanting to go back but discouraged with their purchase

believing that their gift could never be good enough

instead going elsewhere where they may have to deal with dishonest

and uncaring merchants unaware that their credit was good here all along?

he knows, he shakes his head; a tear runs down his eye; he begins to weep

he walks up to the door; knowing his appearance could frighten some but

persisting, needing, seeking shelter,to hear, to know more…..the guard by

the door smiles, and points

the way to the shelter down the street, where they will “take him in and help him”;

his eyes saying this is a formal Christmas eve service…the smiling guard

says “God Bless You”; the stranger knows it to be true

the guard quickly turns and walks away; standing with his

back against the door as he closes it; a draft of fresh warm air

teasing the stranger’s need for warmth then vanishing as he walks

away, heart smiling at the man

for caring enough to send him to a safe place;

and he arrives at the corner he was shown; a three

story building with a faded sign that used to read “Jesus

Saves” under which someone has spray painted the words

“everyone except” followed by several blatantly derisive

epithtets: “faggots, dykes, queers, niggers, sluts, and jews”

he wanders inside; the smell of food is rich and

there is a warm fire around which five people huddle

seeking to keep warm; he is greeted with a smile and open arms as they ask

him where he is from, to which he says he is just passing

through town, on his way home he needs shelter and can find none

“Merry Christmas” they say; and they offer him the

food they were given by the boy from the salvation army down the

street before they went home to share Christmas with their

families. The two men offer him a blanket, so he can sleep in

warmth on the hard cot; the woman and her daughter offer him a

pair of shoes they have made to give to father in case

he locates them and decides to come home this year;

the teenage boy that used to go to the cathedral he passed on the

way here but was asked to leave a few months before

when the leaves were still just beginning to change color and the boy’s

parents realized he would not

grow into the strong oak they expected

gives the man his worn and tattered New Testament, pages

dog eared to the verses about Love

and says hey man

take this it will change your life

God loves you no matter what

and all of them offer whatever gifts they can,

gifts offered

by those with nothing to give have a way of melting the heart

of the seemingly loneliest soul

yet he refuses them, smiling,

touching their hands, holding them gently in his and saying

“I desire mercy, not sacrifice”

They wrap him in a blanket and he falls asleep by the

fire through the cracked and dusty glass window pane the

star over the east river shines like a torch

as church bells ring in seeming to say

“Peace on Earth and Good Will to all”;

and the man hopes that somewhere tonight

someone will know that that is what tonight originally happened for

everyone exchanges hugs and says Merry Christmas, I love yous and

suddenly the cold little room is warm

even when it is colder within than outside

the five awake and the snow outside dances

on the ground like angels; the little girl wakes her

Mother and says

“Mommy that nice man is gone”

“Didn’t he look just like Jesus?”