If you were to write a gospel,
what would you include?
what might you leave out?
Would you slide in a cameo
of the time that Jesus,
passing through your toll booth,
caught your eye, mouthed,
“Follow me”?
Would you elide the moment
of mad fear, somersaults
of stomach and soul,
taste of metal as you bit
your tongue stumbling
to shuck off your tabard,
un-tag your name,
agonize for less than a second
too long whether to lock up,
where to throw the keys,
afraid that he will turn his face away?
Will you tell
of the love that he levied
as he set you free?
Featured image: Saint Matthew, by Joachim Wtewael (public domain via wikimediacommons)
