Being Christlike

You did not want to be Christlike. Though your father

Was your God and there was no other, you did not

Want to be Christlike. Though you walked

In the love of your father. Though you stared

At the stranger your mother.

What had she to do with you

But tempt you from your father?

When her great hooded eyes lowered

Their moon so close

Promising the earth you saw

Your fate and you cried

Get thee behind me. You did not

Want to be Christlike. You wanted

To be with your father

In wherever he was. And your body

Barred your passage. And your family

Who were your flesh and blood

Burdened it. And a god

That was not your father

Was a false god. But you did not

Want to be Christlike.