the colour of our lives

poetry • celebration • faith • nature • humanity • imperfections • glory

without honour

only a few of the sick in Nazareth
made the best of that short stay and
while he blessed those poor spirited ones
his childhood friends stayed out of reach

sure, he was full of life as a child
and he’d stand by even the kids whose
families suffered the long drought and
those two years the fish didn’t school

but leaving and returning like this?
– speaking with an authority even the noble
Joseph didn’t have until the day he died –
this was too much to bear

many meanwhiles since we continue those
long-held traditions. in our case we’ve somehow
reduced him to a sunday self-help guru,
making every town the prophet’s home

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