Jesu Joy

 

I see the joy of Jesu shed,
like water through a shower head,
or better illustrated by
that funny fir-ball fountain on the square
where perforated tubes
jettison and spray
a fog of animated water.

I hear the joy of Jesu trilled -
through living pores,
(a funny fir-ball planet laced with kids)
Mouths bent back, like reaching birds
voices warped and breaking:
a conduit for living water.

A spear once split his side,
But it would split with laughter...

If our world cannot contain
the tally of his mighty works,
Will all these mouths
of bitsy teeth, or parts
of snaglelip and spit on the gums
be able to express his joy?

Here is the joy of Jesu:
one billion children
on the bounce
all laugh-eyed and goofy.
Hop, skip, jump ...
all rollicking and rolled,
fantastic hoots, irrational jokes
about stiff langue.

"Do you love cake? Then you should marry it!"

Ha ha hhha ha Ha Ha.

Here is the joy of Jesu:
I see you .. behind my hands, tap your shoulder
on the other side and run,
or beg a chase around the Monkey bars:

"Nana Nana na na." they all sing,
The first universal sentence.

Here is the Joy of Jesu:

Whistle din upon the dawn:
some trillion birds in pouring song
blend monkeys and hyenas too
in one colossal laugh.

Here is the Joy of Jesu
shining on -
or through,
a single face.
Annas eyes are lifted up
all jolly with the tease.
she holds a toad towards my face
knowing it will make me squirm.

Here is the Joy of Jesu:
held in check, against the Hoover Dam
of present tense, or recent past
For,
We esteemed him smitten,
man of sorrow, friend of grief.

Here is the Joy of Jesu
veiled:
How should we feel
if in our pain, or sin,
or varied acts of groping idiocy
we should hear him laugh ...
He knows the healing end, and the joke
that is on us:

Here is the Joy of Jesu
squeezed:
Like a belly laugh that will not hold:
A smile or a wink, a low
chuckle dressed as thunder on the wind
For, if we've seen his pleasure
pressed through these:
mouths of babes
and barking pups and bear-kind on the roll

How much more
will this joy be
when he,
the maker of the giggle-flex
or adolescent squeal
Steals the show,
and splits the sky
with pent-up righteous
zeal.
(a kind of jolly conquer)

Here is the Joy of Jesu:
calling on his blushing bride
he has hinted long enough
and now makes ready
to display
His eternal tender love
with a Ha-Ha
Hallelujah.

Kirk Jordan

 

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