oh god
you have given me your people, and i am one of them.
i am in him, and with him and of him.

god
you, in your mercy, have given us yr son.
and we are that son--we are the body of christ
all in one, and one in all.

i am not a toe, or an ankle but a blood cell,
interacting with all other cells

i do not want to suffer or struggle.
i want to swim thru the blood stream
bringing oxygen and life to each part.

blood from the hands
from the feet
from the sides, from the crown of thorns
on his head,

blood streaming from him
rivulets in every pore,
and we are that blood.

god, in her wonder,
realized that life is suffering
and told the world--told jeremiah, told kali, told the buddha, told jesus.

make me a channel of yr peace, god
o lord, cast me remake me mold me shape me
strip me of the world
and make me a servant of yr desires.


Mark Wallinger's Ecce Homo.
(for a few months in june, this appeared, 5'7", on a 20 foot plinth in traflagar sqaure, wallinger said of this "i wanted to show him as an ordinary human being Jesus was at the very least a political leader of an oppressed people and I think he has a place here in front of all these oversized imperial symbols.")