Don’t Tell Me

Don't tell me

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that Jesus loves me.

Don't remind me

that God holds us in the palm

of Her hand.

Don't announce even,

after the car hurtling toward us

swerves in the last gasp,

that the Universe must have been

watching over us

that time.

Tell me instead

that you see me,

know me.

Feed me an apple.

Hold my hand.

Because unless Love arrives

in this world with skin on—

mine, yours—

Incarnation

cannot

possibly

be real.

                                                                MDB