the red lines came
and rolled around center stage
laying themselves before the gawking light
like a night light searching for a glow

and ev'ry line scrawled a word
a word signifying a wond'ring thought
initiating a revolution of type
that could fire a volley of might

words flared with excited rage
shout Jesus-Jesus
on a crawl of wasted-page
revelations not knowing where to grow



*As you did it to one of the least of these my brethren, you did it to me   Just as Jesus appeared at his birth as a helpless child that the world was free to care for or destroy, so now he appears in his resurrection as the pauper, the prisoner, the stranger: appears in every form of human need that the world is free to serve or ignore.  The risen Christ is Christ risen in his glory as Redeemer and Judge.  But he is also Christ risen in the shabby hearts of those who, although they have never touched the mark of the nails, have been themselves so touched by him that they believe anyway.  However faded and threadbare, what they have seen of him is at least enough to get their bearings by.                    
-Frederick Buechner