The Abduction of Saints, No. 4, 1975
As it was with Christ, so it is with Malcolm and with King. Who could withstand the seldom flashing smile, the call to dance among the swords and barbs that were their words? The men leaning from out the robes of saints, good and wholly kind? Though come at last to both fists clenched and Voice to flatten the ears of all the world.
You mock them who divide and keep score of what each man gave. They gave us rebellion as pure love: a beginning of the new man.
Christ too was man rebelling. Walking dusty roads, sweating under the armpits. Loving the cool of evening beside the ocean,