
Confession
I broke into a Bible
and took it for a joyride.
Thought for sure
I'd be stopped
by the Jesus of No.
But the one who found me out
was a taxpaying Messiah
who worked wonders
with mud and spit;
Healed as he went;
Washed feet; loved kids;
A laid-back carpenter,
pleased to share some vino
with his homies
and others
whom none called friends.
He wandered a lot in the wilderness
to meditate, commune with nature,
or get recharged
by the Mothership, who knows?
He got pissed off at bankers
doing business at his temple;
Wept once; felt the sting
of tears, desertion, betrayal, and worse.
He got exasperated with his eejit friends.
Sometimes - okay, most of the time -
they just didn't get it.
He loved them anyway.
That was the most of his message;
That, and humility.
The politicos and rulemakers
made it all go south, as usual.
Turns out Jesus
was joyriding, too.
6/2/2005