Author's Note: Over the past 6 months I’ve started and been working on several essays, including a thank-you-and-reflection essay marking the one year anniversary of my Substack and thanking you: all my readers and supporters. Those essays are not yet ready in part because of the many wonderful things happening in my life. So in the meantime, enjoy this piece: inspired, in part, by the comments of a friend many, many years ago, and not necessarily a final draft on the topic but definitely reflective of recent meditations.
Once upon a time
amidst a cloud of ganja smoke
the smooth-faced dread threw his head back and laughed
Jah Rastafari!
me cyaan compete wid white Jesus no
sisters keep calling him even tho him neva show up
How reassuring
in a fantastical way
to love the one who
never materializes
the one whose image is never scarred by
snoring
scolding
short-tempered-ness
forgetfulness
not even flatulence
How lovely not to have to
train
(or is it tame?)
communicate needs
observe patterns
learn rhythms
of a whole
other
Human
What Would Jesus Do?
DEFinitely option D