Whatever He Is—

by Sylvie Brubaker

The Earth has opened, and is letting Heaven in,
The spell is shattered, and the meaner things
Are laid uncovered, and have shuddered from the fields,
And we shall wake beyond the death it wields,
	the one who bodily jammed the door
	and will not let it shut, not anymore.

We shall have no defense: so let the thin
And frightful shapes our fathers wore when sin
Hounded their steps—o let them pass, but Him—
Let Christ the Lion, Christ the Faceless, Christ our Kin,
	let Christ the Whatever-It-Is He Is:
	let Him come in!

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S. I. Brubaker—poet, sister, daughter, and lover of trees—has discovered that the best things have the fewest words attached. Nevertheless, she continues resolutely in her overwordy ways, and hopes you shall do the same. Brubaker is the founder and editor of the Kingfisher Quarterly and co-host of the Kingfisher Pod.