Some

Some

(“Then Jesus said to his disciples, ‘If anyone wants to become my follower, he must deny himself, take up his cross, and follow me.’” Matthew 16:24)

Somewhere along the borderline where barriers keep
the best in and
the worst out
a new sound announces the revolution we had counted on.

Somehow, without looking pious or smug, with smudged faces
the artists and
artisans
fired the message without powder, shot or laser guidance.

Sometimes the message is seen when failure transforms our resistance
to powerful
logic and love,
lost and found
like prodigals who hear the confession’s echo from every returning son.

Some-why does not answer the question of sentinels who guard
the entrance and
the exit
and have never had to leave home for a far country for food.

Some-who, ears to the ground, understand the vibration of hammers and wood,
unbegun and
never done,
the sacrifice that turned the world on its head undivided and fenceless.