Jesús today would be an immigrant
            —brown-skinned, banda-dancing, Mexican-passing—
& he’d march down the rainbow streets every June
with arms spread wide to provide all with his radical love.
He’d be a starving artist, I’m certain,
a short story writer or a spoken word poet
who sought to dabble in parables of miracles.

Jesus testified to touching the Untouchables:
the sick, the lame, and the blind
            —physical ailments, of mysterious leprosy & the unclean.
He loved the sinners, the poor, & the othered
with that wide gaily love of his, an unorthodox radical.

Jesús today would embrace the outcasts, the misfits, the rebels.
He’d love them like he loved himself:
a queer colored artist from a humble background,
with no employment except for the Word Of His God.

Call me an atheist, yet I believe
in the holy trinity of Love, Kindness, & Compassion.