[after John 3:12, and Handley Moule's poem,
The Beloved Disciple, 159-161]
On some rooftops (the stars in constellations
across the warm and cloudless sable nights),
our Lord might have enjoyed long conversations
with Nicodemus; or, also, with others:
disciples, scholars, doubters, his half brothers.
Perhaps even someone souught Him for spite's
enfleshed, antagonistic bitterness.
These, too, he would have loved not one jot less
than those who held Him in pure admiration,
or spoke to Him with utter veneration.
Starward
[jlc]