i leap in front of god. words drawn. my action answer swiping at what is sudden enemy.
perhaps to defend.
more often to save from fear of his inattention. from response not arriving sooner between 911 call and my dismayed it-must-be-too-late.
i fling one arm across chest of the almighty to keep worse from happening. bracing in my attempt to absorb impact.
he whose eye is on the sparrow. he softens at my child-size blows, restores the results of my attempt, sets me to the side in hulk swelling to size of truth. truth bigger than even the enormous of death. truth that is beginning and end and is ALL.
and this is left in the wake of his one and only paid in full response.
miracles that whisper shout his presence.
his less visible but no less real MOVING.
while he was still speaking, there came a crowd, and the man called judas, one of the twelve, was leading them. he drew near to jesus to kiss him, but jesus said to him, “judas, would you betray the son of man with a kiss?” and when those who were around him saw what would follow, they said, “lord, shall we strike with the sword?” and one of them struck the servant of the high priest and cut off his right ear. but jesus said, “no more of this!” and he touched his ear and healed him.
then they seized him and led him away, bringing him into the high priest’s house….
luke 22. 47-51, 54a