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The Jesus Poem
From the stardust twinkling brightly in the finest of our hours,
So it will be too, when we leave our earthly shells behind,
Retreating back into the the universe from where we came,
They say that long ago we even chose our earthly names,
This life mapped out for us, but it's destiny unclaimed,
Choices that we make will carve our each and every day,
And once upon a world ago, he also came to earth this way,
He walked his destiny the same as many others, too,
And within the past 10,000 years his finest hour drew,
I think he lived a special life,
But the same as many others,
Just a man who longed to teach
What it means to be a 'brother'.
They say he said so many things and yet, it's hard to tell.
Sometimes I think it was his choice alone to live his personal hell,
A chance to change the world and make a way to speak your mind,
The price he paid was common for the rebels of his time,
And he often spoke about his father hovering above us,
I now think that his 'father' was the star that told of his birth,
Today he lives among the heavens way up in the sky,
Or bouncing between each other heart to heart and eye to eye,
I think he lived a special life,
But the same as many others,
Just a man who longed to teach
What it means to be a 'brother'.
Words can be so misconstrued, when egos take the stand,
It happened in his day and still goes on in every land,
I do not feel he ever dreamed of 'church' in the same way,
We've twisted it to make it into what it is today.
Manipulation games and condemnation in his name,
Did love of money buy us rights to crown him 'King Of Shame'?
I think he lived a special life,
But the same as many others,
Just a man who longed to teach
What it means to be a 'brother'.
8:51 AM 4/19/2013 ©
Melissa, thank you. I have to
Melissa, thank you. I have to admit, it was one of the first things on my mind when I woke up and now hearing from you and Lynn, It has made it more special to me. I was tired when I wrote it, and may make some small changes to it in the future. I got the basic ideas that I wanted to give to the piece, but there are some areas I saw after posting that could use some work. Thing is, two people whose opinions I highly respect like it...and that really means a lot. Thank you. I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE your work, and Lynn's as well. Thank you both so much!!!
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
You are quite welcome..............
storming the gate kudos to you.................M.
Truly Inspiring..........
I believe 'The Son Of Man' would be very proud of the subject matter in which you chose to test your obvious talents on today. This was simply a lovely, thoughtful, thought provoking and deeply moving piece. Thank you for sharing. God, I believe loves us all the more when we choose to think deeply with our brains even as we love with our hearts as purely as we can...........Sincerest praise here,
Melissa......
I love it! You know, my
I love it! You know, my father was an Episcopal priest. When he was in the process of dying he said to me, "most of it's a bunch of bs". I thought that was interesting to hear from him. But I think what he was talking about was the church itself. The politics involved. His wife was one of the most greedy, judgemental, catty people I know. I don't think a very good representative. It seemed to me to be a big show... of hypocricy.
I agree with what you say here. "Just a man who longed to tach what it means to be a 'brother'."
Loved the write! Peace... HW
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