Epektasis

He comes without interruption—
no herald,
no tearing of the sky.

Dust rises at His feet
softly,
as if the earth remembers
what it once was
and what it will be again.

He walks the roads of men,
learning their weight,
accepting the slowness of hours,
allowing time
to teach Him how to suffer it.

Nothing in Him hurries.
Eternity has learned
to walk.

The Jordan recognizes Him
before the crowds do.
Its waters tighten with longing.
Its banks lean inward.

Every stone knows
what is approaching.
Every reed straightens its spine.

We follow at a distance,
carrying our unfinished hearts,
feeling holiness expand
not in thunder
but in footsteps.

The Son nears the water—
and in His nearness
we are taught
that humility
is the speed of God.