Jesus of my aspiration
What soft wisdom did you possess?
In long-haired dark-skinned manhood
What conviction did your body bear thus?
Through you what faith of ages
Were we able to perceive?
What infinity and eternity
In endless eyes and breath?
When you wore the soft cloths
Of garment that touched your feet,
How tall was the soft-folded hood
That touched your gentle forehead?
What eyes shadowed in their fire
Burned with infinite mystery beneath?