Posted by Violette Reid on Sunday, May 29, 2011
Under: Poetry
The Christ I imagine him golden brown sun painted skin body strong lean and slightly thin long muscles formed from vigorous walking thighs thick from climbing mountains mountains made by God and mountains imagined by man his hands long calloused fingers impregnated by miracles power to heal to resurrect to free a soul full of regret dust sprinkled feet softly implanted in sturdy sandals constantly embracing the street round ebony curls crown his head like a silken animal hanging on for dear life a full beard adorns his full angelic lips like a beautiful wife piercing eyes burning like unquenchable flames stare out from a stern all knowing face full of wisdom not of this place his lips part a spirit stirs within the air the feeling of invisible hands brush the skin everywhere he speaks “I am the way, the truth, and the light.” I savor his words in my mind in my heart they are housed they are like manna in my mouth when swallowed fire churning in my bones forcing me to groan gleefully embracing the idea of freedom desire envelopes me enclosing me within emotional ecstasy ravishing every unworthy part of me until spiritual rhapsody engulfs me for I know I am loved By: Violette L. Reid
Violette L. Meier, an ordained minister, wife, mother, novelist, painter, poet, and native of Atlanta, Georgia, earned her BA in English at Clark Atlanta University and a MDiv from The Interdenominational Theological Center with an emphasis in Biblical Studies. She has authored six books, and Violette loves to volunteer and do community service work because she believes that serving is the best way to make God palpable to people.