This poem is about the man
I see in my mind--
I don’t know if from a dream
or an outing at a family restaurant
or on TV
or someone I know, but not well
or a friend I’ve not met yet--
This poem is about the man with the beard
who was laughing.
And though it was just a drop of water
on his beard,
it reminded me of Aaron’s beard
and how he might have laughed when the
oil ran down,
like a child might giggle
when sprinkled at baptism.
Friend, if I had oil
that could make you laugh every day
I would buy that for you.
Instead, I give you my image
of the man with the beard
and pray he warms you, too.
Behold, how good and pleasant it is when
brothers dwell in unity! It is like the precious
oil on the head, running down on the beard,
on the beard of Aaron, running down on the
collar of his robes!