BEHOLD, THIS IS MY DAY!

There he sat in shimmering sunshine  
Inhaling and eating dust by day
That rose to his frail legs calloused and weather-beaten
From feet on paths well-trodden
He knew sandals and shoes, bare feet and hooves
Sauntering to and fro
Daily by the gate

Yea, to his fingers and palms open to receive

Coins and crumbs
That any could give,
Thoughtless or thoughtful… just any thing
On sunny days and rainy alike
There he sat, down by the gate

Awful his experience

Beautiful the gate he sat at…

As crowds upon crowds flocked the Temple

To worship and appease
To slaughter and sacrifice
And he, only to beg . . .

 Yet this day in the crowd

As he watched sandals and shoes, bare feet and hooves
As dust rose and settled upon rising dust endlessly raised…
Came two guys unusual…

And he as usual begins to beg, not looking

Will you… just anything sirs…
Only what I have do I give you
Says one…
What!  Did I hear that well?
In Jesus’ Name, the Nazarene?  Will I walk?!
What, that is really strange!!
Do I even believe it?  Am I walking
Halleluiah!  Praise to God!

Then a’ jumping and a’ shouting

Through the gates, truly beautiful, he fled
Into the Temple, to worship the almighty, he ran…
And what a kafuffle in the Temple…
Behold, this is my day!

Written by Robert Magoola, December 2001.

October 2011, announcinga new approach. . .

Friends and fellow lovers of poetry,
It has been difficult for us to meet together as we did last semester at the seminary.

I would like to invite you to consider sharing your poetry here online. Feel free to write, or comment on poetry that you have read from another person here.

Robert Magoola,
Organizer.