Their marriage is bumpy.
I’m nearly five before they
find Jesus
are born again
and begin to pray and pray
and pray
for a baby because
babies are a blessing now.
We camp outdoors with
other Jesus freaks
read from the Hippie Bible
go to Jesus festivals
where all dance and sing
together
like we’re at Woodstock.
I made Mom and Dad miss
their Woodstock
with my unfortunate
unplanned
unprayed-for arrival.
I delight in the open air celebration,
reckless joy racing
across the field
swirling in the air with
Christian folk songs.
Hand-painted banners announce
JESUS IS ALIVE!
I plunge right in. My child-voice
shouting with the crowd
we came to
Praise the Lord!
Jesus fills me
from the heart outward
love settles delicious on my skin
and I am whole.