“And behold, some of the scribes said to themselves, ‘This man is blaspheming.’”
The law is an echo
of an echo
of an experience.
Like trying to taste last week’s wine
in the washed and dried glass,
like kissing a photograph
fresh out of your digital printer,
Like flipping back through a five year old calendar
to remember what you bought
at the bookstore on some day--
when tradition fences us off from
mercy, from the moment,
from our most honest human reactions,
then it must become a thing of the past,
dust driven and empty.