Revelation

I hope I never lose the memory
Of what it felt like to hold you complete,
To know my arms were the only thing
That kept the world from crushing you,
Though I could barely save myself.
The fear empowers
And is overwhelming.
To save us both
I whisper-sang into your ear
A military marching song
Of boys graven in their father's image
Grown,
Staring,
Sobered at a fun-house mirror
As the lights come on
And the D.J. plays the polka.
To scare the bacchanalians into
Stumbling out the door
Blind and vital
Alive in Christ
Like no seminary alumnus
High on Eucharist
And Jesus Juice
Could ever hope to
Think about considering
The possibility of giving witness.
And I remember
It being the most divine
Rendition.