an easter poem

A LIFE OF PARADOX AND CONTRADICTION TO NATURAL HUMAN THOUGHT

“Our King cometh,” they cried.

Riding the royal chariot,

Dressed in kingly robes.

Armies leaping at His command

Full of power and fame.

“Our Savior cometh,” they dreamed.

Riding tall on a white horse.

Bringing destruction to our enemies.

Eyes so full of their own fantasies,

They became blind men.

And the Son of Man came

Full of grace and peace.

Born among the cattle

Living among the poor

Walking among the lame

Touching the lepers

Sitting face to face with the blind

A friend of sinners,

Homeless,

With no place to lay his head.

And the lame leapt for joy

The lepers hugged Him

The blind stared in wonder blurred by tears

And the poor gave Him their hearts.

And “wise” men still seek Him

Full of their own opinions, fantasies, and dreams.

The Son of Man came

Breaking their molds

Bursting their fantasies

Crumbling their dreams

Crushing their assumptions

Serving God

Serving people

Full of love

Full of life.

“Love Me”, He cries, “for who I am,

Not for who you want me to be.

And then, follow . . . .”