I stepped onto the patio--
there sat Sophia, at the table,
shaded by the big red umbrella,
surrounded by our newly planted pots,
wearing a mask.
"Well," I said, "first off, hello.
it's been a while."
She nodded.
I could see from her eyes
that she was smiling.
"Second," I continued,
"why are you wearing a mask?
You can't get sick, right?
And if you can't get sick,
you can't get me sick."
She mumbled something unintelligible.
"I can't hear you," I said,
"Your mask--it's muffling your voice."
She spoke louder:
"When we incarnate, we are fully human."
"Ah, so you can get sick."
"Yes," she said, "You don't think Jesus got sick
in his brief time on earth?
He had colds, got the flue,
puked occasionally."
"Let me get my mask," I said,
"I'll be right back."
When I returned, I said,
as loudly as I could without shouting,
"Seems I'm always learning more about you."
"When you let us love you,
then you will discover who we are.
When you let us love you,
then you will discover who you are.
It's pretty simple, actually."
I: "Just let you love me?"
She: "Just let us love you."
And with that, she began to fade,
leaving, for a few moments, only her mask,
until that too disappeared,
like the smile on the Cheshire Cat.
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