The poem that I wrote this morning, for “poetry month” is pretty ghastly, even by my daily poem standards. So here’s one I wrote awhile ago.
God so loved the world that he gave.
Please stop there. Don’t go on
about belief. Remember
what Jesus said before
conditions were applied.
A pearl. A treasure in a field.
A banquet open to all who’d come.
The father who released it all—
Everything I have is yours.
The Samaritan gave. The fig tree didn’t.
Uncautious servants took a chance.
Take what is yours and go your way.
Give to Caesar his silver and gold.
Forgive us our debts as we forgive.
A dishonest steward did.
Some bridesmaids claimed
there was not enough.
A lad assumed there was
and gave his lunch
for thousands to eat.
Twelve basketsful of crumbs.
A sower’s wild casting
made more and more.
And more: lilies and ravens.
And still: your cloak and coat.
Another cheek, another mile.
Blessed are you who are poor.