Except me, opening my mouth as usual,
and still remembering what you’d said
about how it is what comes out of us that shows us up.
The thing is, it felt like it didn’t come from me,
well, not just from my own thinking,
but something bigger, deeper,
sudden but so sure.
You are the Messiah.
You are the Son of the living God.
And you confirmed I could not have known it,
said it, from my own ordinary human knowing alone.
But you had more to say.
“Who do you say I am?”
Jesus, I never asked you that question!
Whether I wanted to hear it or not,
you told me who you say that I am.
“Simon,” you said, “you are Peter—‘the rock’.”
And I wanted to say I am no rock, Jesus!
I am no foundation stone for any building!
I am no starting place for a community!
Why would you trust me with a set of keys,
let alone the ones that open doors
to your Kingdom and to heaven?
Why would you give me the authority,
to make choices on earth that will be echoed in heaven?
But if I can be so sure of who you really are,
how can I doubt what you say of who I really am?
That’s a whole other question, Jesus…