As soon as you opened your mouth
I knew you were different
No teaching ever danced in my ears like that before
I drink it in
with a red dust desert thirst
Awake
My soul stirred and shaken
I sit transfixed,
transformed
It is as if you are the very word you speak
Then that cry pierces the moment
like lightning, splintering the sky
releasing a new energy into the stunned stillness
and you are named
Jesus, Holy One of God
Not by pious seekers
but by the madman who cowers on Mark's margins
named
Jesus, Holy One of God
Then quick as thunder you rebuke and the storm obeys
and in the murmuring hush
there is an echo
from the future
A cry that splits the curtain
Jesus, Holy One of God
Words that won't be silenced
people will talk