My poem about and my painting of "The Forgiving One"
"JESUS"
I love the story I've been told
of a baby born long ago
in difficult times
to a young single mom
who seemed unprepared
for the power and strength
of the boy as he grew
into a manhood
admired and respected.
He walked on his journey,
was honoured and welcomed
into the hearts
and the minds of the people
he touched with his wisdom,
divinity,
touched with his hope and his love.
Two thousand and more years
have come and have gone
but
the message of Jesus has never been lost
and maybe
because the lesson is simple
or maybe
because his words were direct,
he is revered
and he is debated
but his directives
if not always followed,
are always remembered,
At least that's what they say.
Love one another
Seems to be easy
or
seems that this should be a natural thing to do
but people decided
that Jesus was wrong;
and they wrote their own words
to his original song.
Love one another
became
Love one another
except for
those of a different colour;
except for
those of a different religion;
except for
those of different sexual orientation;
except for
those who make more money;
except for
those who are poorer than Job;
except for
your neighbour
and except for
yourself.
I love the story
I've been told of Jesus.
Too bad
people had to turn his story
into a fiction;
an excuse;
a reason to hate;
a church
and a building
with an ever growing number
of empty pews
because we choose not
to do as he taught
and
simply love one another.
I guess
It's not always easy
To be simple.
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