Four Praises

by James B. Dewey

 

I.
JESUS

mestizo
illegal alien in Egypt
blue-collar worker in Nazareth

sabbath-breaker
moonshiner
witch doctor
grave robber
hobo
heretic

ran around with the wrong crowd:
fishers, freaks, the IRS

pressed like an olive
whipped like a crook
pegged on a post

MY GOD

II.
Lord,
before Thee,
even my pen bows.

My intellectual brow bows.
Thy condescension like condensation
bathes my guilty forehead,
quickening me.

III.
He kicked the hell out of death.

IV.
Thou shalt call his name JESUS:
for he shall save his people from their sins.

Jesus Christ means
Anointed Savior.
He is His Name

The Constant Eversame
yesterday, today, the 4th of July, all of December,
Cinco de Mayo, the day I first kissed a girl, finals week, payday,
days I don’t remember,
that one time when I was sick for two weeks straight,
this morning at 5:15, and forever.

He is I AM.
I am His.