Revival Jesus, He’s Just Like Me grins were everywhere, happiness that arrives out of your own explanations, deeply thought in, fixed. But I was lost. The word revival was too big for the tent that wasn’t a tent. I hadn’t found my way out of its meaning and wanted renaissance to rescue me with its life- like eyes. Green was love then, the compass just discovered. Still, prayer had somehow managed to break from its cape of litanies, ultimatums were forced to stay and I left wanting. On the way home the whole universe followed me, I thought. A good story. Wisdom belonged to the star, I said out loud. And all the kings in me agreed. - George Bishop