| Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner When Zaccheus told his wife,
“Jesus is coming to
dine,”
What did she say?
Was she like Mary, wanting
to be his
disciple?
Or, like Martha, wondering
“What do I feed a
Messiah?”
-- Gladys Pramuk
Lexington, Ky.
Evening
A tiny girl
in a brown coat
stands in a
driveway
waving.
There is no one
saying goodbye.
She is
waving
to the moon.
I look from her
shining eyes to the sky
and
walk on with
a lighter heart.
-- Judy Ray
Tucson, Ariz.
|
The Man Born Blind Fresh from the anointing
he cracked his eyes across
the pool of
Siloam.
A kaleidoscope of color crashed
his temples like a silent
thunder burst
cascading through his marrow
with an avalanche of
joy.
The dappled daylight dancing
through the leafy cypress
trees
revealed his stunning features
shining on the shaken
surface
with traces of Eden awe
written in the creases of his
cheeks.
So close to Yahweh’s pristine touch
no time to tarry
paradise
he leaped and bolted back his path
skipping through the city
streets
his fiery eyes ablaze like lightning
shocking vendors in the
market
parting family, friend and foe
smashing theologians’
equilibrium
till he fell at the feet of his mystic
Healer, swimming in a
sea of light
at home at last in new skin.
-- Jerome L. McElroy
Notre Dame, Ind.
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