Trinities

The Christ is loved the way a world is loved.

His crucifixion fires up God’s high seat;

We have to handle Him, asbestos-gloved,

    

Where Moses’ beard cascades to nail-pierced  feet.

There mercy lights it, through them, from behind.

Adored by Mary and Elijah in

           

Their flame-red robes, He turns His ruby blind

Eyes to our hardness, our diamond sin.

Gautama calls for dismissivity

Too, pointing to the spaces in between

The lotus petals.  Negativity

Reveals a vaulting, meaningful ravine.

Mohammad’s way is order and command,

A bound horizon made of desert sand.