Sonnettics

How close we must have come, in retrospect
I’m sure we could have met before our time
Our friends and favorite places intersect
As perfectly as couplets meet in rhyme
I saw the same surroundings which your eyes
Took in from day to day and week to week
Then would you find it any great surprise
That recognition found a way to speak?
A voice you must have heard in crowded rooms
perhaps, or even spoken, one to one
Ten years or more our past, familiar, looms
And presently our past is now, is done
When all the times when first we might have met
Becomes a future void of all regret.

The Word is God, and I am just The Son
You see, The Son of God is not a word
A flame that cools the heat of everyone
Who breathes the fire of every sound I heard.

And who would be the mother of my life?
Beget the simple Son of some great Word?
What Word would take less than a word to wife
A concubine? Then please don’t be absurd.

They nailed me to a cross; it hurt like hell
And now the cross is worshiped, like the blood
Sanguinis Christi casts a Christian’s spell
And thus begins the ebbing of the flood

The Word is God, and I am just The Son
Pronounce me now, before the day is done.