Christopher Hansard:[Imagine]

The numerous messiahs all born of virgin births

gathered in a waiting room

after some time

a voice said

‘all of you have a hard job ahead, but the greatest of you is one who

will come and go unheard and die

in hope of saving your fellow beings…

she knows who she is’

there was a collective sigh of relief amongst the men

even salvation is part of the boy’s club..

another voice added,

‘most of you have chosen this to learn the lesson that you have not learned,

that you can not save others, but only save your self”

The blood trickled down her face,

the memory of that time came back to her

her body was dry with pain, there tied to the withered tree

she saw her tormentors, all dressed in fur and skin

the priest looked at her with hate

‘ you are not the daughter of god, you are not the chosen one’

and he walked back to his cave

the sun was setting

she knew that sometime in the future

a man would dig up her bones

having fused with the tree

stating that he had discovered

some ancient and primitive burial rite

and imagine finding it under the remains

of the Empire State Building…

messiahs come and go

but the earth always remains