Fish Stick Jesus
He was sighted on a fish stick,
on a pancake and grilled cheese,
Some say it was a miracle
so the faithful flocked to see.
They found him in his glory
on a toasted slice of naan
he gazed from ripe banana peels
and from unrinsed fry pans.
I know you won’t believe it
but they saw him in the clouds
as if coming for his chosen
from amongst the gathering crowds.
Ever watchful for their savior
leaving no stained rock unturned
the hopeful ever seeking
eager for his grand return.
So He came to them in person
wide-eyed, lost, without a home
in the hopes that they would know him
welcome him in, as their own.
But they ne’er saw him coming
turned away and closed their ears
for he looked too much like “others”
that the righteous ones all feared.
“We’ve just enough, we’ve none to spare,
don’t bother us,” they said,
and hovered round their idols
of his images instead.
When end of days for each one came
they waited at the gate
to give account of their life’s deeds
and learn about their fate.
“We saw you everywhere,” they said,
“and gave you proper due…
enshrined your image high and low
we stayed forever true!”
To their surprise the Master then
did shake his head and say,
“I only came to see you once
‘twas then you turned away.”
~kat
NaPoWriMo2023 Challenge – Day 7: a list poem. For today…after being buried in expense reports, power point presentations, spreadsheets, for about 12 hours straight, my brain is a bit fried. But never fear, I found this gem in my archive, written almost a decade ago. It fits the list requirement rather well, I think. Tomorrow, if the fates are kind, I’ll prepare a fresh baked poem. Until then, Peace and Love my lovelies! 😉
like mercury colliding... 