Incognito

Incognito

(“But speaking the truth in love, let us grow in every way into Him who is the head—Christ.” Ephesians 4:15)

He often traveled incognito,
he often traveled in disguise,
but no matter where he went,
no matter who he met,
you always knew him by his eyes.

He was a gypsy, a vagabond,
he spoke with swords, he was unarmed,
so no matter who he met,
they knew what he meant
when he said, “no need for alarm.”

He spoke so silent, stirred little dust,
he walked city blocks, slept in parks,
and no matter who saw him,
no one could ignore him,
he knew all of their missing parts.

Some invited him, some walked away,
some hoped forever, or today
that he would always know them,
he would never spare them
the gaze that welcomed them to stay.

As thick as the summer air, as light as ocean foam
Just before dawn;
As quick as a scissortail diving from the trees, as still as
An autumn fawn.
All things to all of us,
Winsome you surround us,
Within, without us,
Before the world was founded,
As true as love, you love us wounded.