Jesus- part 3
The man in the center
His face unlike any he ever seen
Friendliness and courage mixed
Royal and gentle
Didn’t even know he was ushered by fishermen
Sat him down on one corner of a huge field
The wind has stung him a moment ago-
Inflaming his hunger-
Now it hurts him no longer
Another wind was blowing
A tender breeze
Filling him with a newfound hope
A happiness he could not describe
The Man’s words seemed to blaze-
Not just his ears, but his soul-
Embedded with fear, rejection and guilt
Useless, undeserving, fool-
They called him these names
When his wife left him and his friends reviled him
Deeper still,
An ancient fear resides
The Maker shall judge
And there can be no escape
Melting now
As the words- that to his ears,
Were holy
Of a kingdom to be received
By those who would believe
Not earned, but received
Freely given to the undeserving
Tears began to fall
His lips quivered,
“Why?”
No longer,
“Why does God make the good suffer?”
His physical hunger is suspended
As his heart like thorns blossoming into flowers
At the words of this Man like water
But,
“How can God so love those who have no good at all?”
He was not even aware
When bread and fish was served
In endless measure