[after Mark 16:5]
His form is obviously masculine,
but his long hair, delicate features, and slenderness
have been called "a little too feminine."
His voice and gestures dance with tenderness.
The beauty of his body expresses his soul,
which haters misunderstand in part or in full,
compelled to prejudice by their own jealousy.
His faith is assured, beyond the common senses;
his hope transcends mere logic's best defenses
more than philosophers might care to presume.
He detects mystery in the observable obvious---
as when, gazing at resplendent constellations,
he exults in the most jubilant celebrations.
He is a kind of vivified poetry.
He spent two nights in barefoot vigil at a tomb---
that of a crucified man from Galilee---
who rose from his death before dawn that third day
(despite what the guards, those bribed liars, say).
But Neaniskos believes he witnessed a miraculous
event, a promise fulfilled, comforting and glorious.
Starward
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