Where is Jesus? A poem.
Jesus described an upside-down kingdom
where the king is the servant
the servant is honored above all
the least is greatest
the poor widow honored as a great giver
the outsider a neighbor
with great compassion
who takes care of a man near dear
the thief the one who will join Jesus in paradise
but you are insisting that victims are criminals
asylum seekers are the killers they are running from
the dead must have somehow
deserved it,
and those who seek justice
are the unjust ones
you say yes those people are dying
but their lifestyle choices need attention
you say the effect
is the cause
these boundaries you are drawing make no sense
chaos is muddying truth
until “the center cannot hold”
we no longer even know our names
where we are from
who our Originator is or what God is like
and I think of Jesus in the table
“He fashioned a whip out of cords”
how long did he sit there fashioning that whip,
knowing he was going to flip those
tables
see all the coins spill, hear that satisfying
roll of clangs, watch people run to pick them up
he must have been
seething
so ready for
the kingdom
to come.