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What happens at mass is that a single point
explodes into a billion, billion pieces, and the pieces
fly away at incredible speeds, and they become
atoms, then gasses, then stars and planets,
and on one planet amoebas appear, and the amoebas
become fish, and the fish become dinosaurs,
and the dinosaurs become monkeys and dogs, everything
is always becoming something else, until finally
the universe comes to consciousness of itself
and we’re standing there looking around thinking wow,
this is really beautiful. This is really sad.
When Jesus appears in the flesh
we don’t recognize him at first.
We think he’s the gardener.
An old man and an old woman
walk down the breezeway with a baby.
They must be in their seventies, maybe their eighties.
The old man is bowlegged and wearing jeans.
He looks like he’s worked his whole life.
The old woman has wrapped a shawl around her head
and swaddled the baby, but it’s the old man
who is holding the baby as they walk.
She is four months old, they tell me.
Her name is Alice Rose.
You baptized her, the old woman says, smiling,
a couple of months ago.
The baby’s head is smooth and soft
and there is a band around it, and on the band,
in the center of her forehead,
there is a little white rose made of cloth.
What happens at mass is that I keep watching
the old man as he sits in the pew
looking down at the baby and smiling,
rocking her in his arms.