In a large bleak field
Stands a radiant man.
Announcing I am the King of Kings,
The only Son of God.
I approach the man,
The light is so strong
I have can hardly make out
Any human features.
Drawing near
I see he holds a long handled shovel.
He has just dug
A minuscule grave.
He says to me, “I am your King.
Kneel. Obey my every word.”
Then I notice in the grave
Is a dead dove.
I hear footsteps
And look round.
A woman, just as herself,
Walks swiftly towards us.
She kisses him on the lips.
He collapses into her arms,
Sobbing deeply,
His radiant light goes out.
I see him as fully human
For the first time.
The dove awakes.
Shakes herself off and takes flight.
Jamie Coats
February 2018