Perichoresis Moves in Place

I wonder if Jesus daydreamed
about it while sanding a sideboard
or varnishing a table.

Did he, on occasion, hold
a newly crafted chair by its arms
twirl it around the carpentry shop?

What inexplicable joy he must have felt
finding his new body moving
in ancient ways, those familiar steps

keeping beat with his fresh heart.
Perhaps years later, near the end,
when he withdrew to lonely places to pray,

he didn’t kneel in the dirt
instead removed his tunic, held it gently
in his outstretched hands and danced

a dance of unending passion and grace
where every partner leads and follows,
and no sandaled foot gets stepped on.

Copyright © 2019 by AJ Saur, from Odds n’ Ends (Murmuration Press)