In the resurrection, someone joked,
We all come back thirty-five and beautiful.
A religious scientist then spoke.
He said it has been a universe full
Of explosions that cooled to you
And everything that could be,
And when we cooled we turned blue
As blue as me, thee and the sea.
And when we are all done and through
We get planted like so many seeds
And bloom right back when spring pops through
Though less blue than green that bleeds.
In the bleeding, we know how beautiful we are;
We bleed Christ’s red blood love like a twinkling star.