Christ Had No Crown
You threw the King of Bread crown
into a pan of leaven mixed with fish scales
and hid it from their sight.
You threw the King of the Jews crown
into blood-soaked dust soon before
your second visitation.
Softly knocking on countless doors,
you whisper through locks:
I have anointed you with Yahweh’s oil.
His kingdom is your body and blood.
His Spirit saturates every space and crack.
Wherever you go, all roads lead to Emmaus.
Let my light lead yours.
Give grapes for thorns, figs for thistles.
Be just to those on the underbelly.
You will plunge through the eye of the needle
and rise to dance with me.