Ann Nadge, a poet I know, has distilled some of the posts from this blog into poetry. She has used my words verbatim, captured the essence of the post, and moulded it into a poet's vision.
This poem consists of verbatim fragments from an original post on 5 December, 2020.
More than a Prophet
Prophets: those they come to save
are on the other side of the dividing line,
those who are condemned
have to make it
to the prophet’s side of the river.
A nice, easy division between
those in, those out, the good and the bad,
the blessed and the damned.
More than a prophet, Jesus stands apart-
His willingness to identify
with those he came to save;
Jesus’ death on the cross
to the point of godforsakenness;
His good news of the kingdom
more than dividing sheep and goats
was full of grace and truth.
We all have a bit of black and white
condemnation in us.
God is with us in our human failure,
not as a prophet, more than a prophet.
We are not those who have fallen
into despair or cynicism,
we live by hope
because it is God’s kingdom.
Grace is alive and well in the world.
Jesus is risen.
