my body, the prophet

in history 

prophets are people 

who speak truth 

often at a great cost 

they are the persons 

understood by the people 

that deliver messages 

direct from the divine 

“turn from your

wrongful 

violent 

divinely displeasing ways”

“and return 

to goodness

to wholeness 

to your self”  

three years ago 

a young man 

with all the answers 

left with a suitcase full of clothes 

and a soul full of questions. 

until then, 

he had belonged 

to everyone 

except himself. 

he left home 

not because he wanted to 

but because you should 

never disobey a prophet. 

the prophet, as they do 

told him the truth 

that he was certain about everything 

save for who he was. 

the prophet, as they do, 

revealed the future, 

a life of dis-ease and dis-pleasure 

unless he repent of his ways 

the prophet, as they do 

exhorted and instilled a hope

offering a vision of authenticity 

a chance at true contentment 

and so, even if reluctantly, he left 

not because he wanted to 

but because you should 

never disobey a prophet 

and he returned home 

no – not to where he had come from 

but to the thing he long ago forgot:

himself. 

homecoming is not, he learned

a return to your hometown 

it is relinquishing the things you had to become

in order to be safe 

homecoming is not, he learned 

a return to your childhood bedroom 

it is witnessing your inner child’s terror 

and finally extending them safety 

homecoming is not, he learned 

retelling experiences from an alien land

it is surveying the landscape of the 

aliens parts within.  

homecoming is not, he learned 

a father’s or mother’s hug 

it is mothering the parts of yourself 

you deemed unlovable and orphaned long ago. 

in returning home, 

forgoing his beloved certainty 

the prophet 

guided him back 

back

to his goodness

to his wholeness 

to himself. 

the prophet, as they often are 

once persecuted and hated 

for unyielding in telling an inconvenient truth 

– now venerated and revered 

for the prophet gave to the young man

the thing he lost along the way –

his humanity

and the wondrous delight  

in the strange beauty

of his mysterious existence. 

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