Why Not Post A Second Draft Of A Poem About Christ For My Class Blog?
Anybody ever read Robert Service poetry? This is my retelling of a key moment in biblical reading. Some things sound better when they aren't so out of date. Also, who doesn't like silly rhymes? All Reason aside, they are good for one's soul.
Jesus of Galilee
by: Byron Bidiuk
When I think back to this guy I knew
Who hailed from Galilee
I remember a sight that inspired fright
In all those who did see.
What happened that day will forever stay
In the minds and hearts of man
And will remain there in curse and prayer
As the day Salvation began.
He went to have dinner with all his good sinners
Before heading up mount Olive.
And at this great table he was finally able
To tell of the gift he would give.
He feasted merrily and told them all verily
To eat of his body the bread,
Then as remission for their sinful condition
Drink of the blood he would shed.
It was out in the wild where this old man’s child
Hid himself from the law
And he spoke to those in their dirty clothes
Of all that he foresaw.
He went to the ground and with no sound
He asked his heavenly father
If he was sure what he must endure.
He was told he’d best not bother.
The he accepted his life so full of strife
That no human could possibly bear
And without remorse he followed his course
Atoning for Eve’s affair.
He saw his vision and made his decision
To leave it up to fate,
For he had his path which was full of wrath
And no room to speculate.
With what was foretold out there in the cold
You’d think they’d all be weeping
But Judas conspired and Peter felt tired
And Jesus found him sleeping.
He prayed once more, found Peter as before
And prayed prayer number three.
Each prayer was the same as Judas did claim
His 30 piece-silver fee.
Then they came for him and with great whim
Beat him through and through.
Then he almost died and his mother cried
From that horribly vivid view.
And also his whore who with him he bore
Through most of his adventures,
And his 12 or so friends were making amends
Throughout his last endeavor.
Food and stones muffled his moans
As they struck him from every direction,
He did what he should, which was all that he could,
Without his father’s protection.
Mocked and hated he was badly situated
Among those whom he should rule
But he was beaten again without refrain
And made to look a fool.
He carried his wood and in all likelihood
His love still overflowed.
Though bloody and battered his soul was not shattered
Yet people still mocked at his load.
Then, just like meat, by his hands and his feet,
They strung him up high in the air.
Some still lampooned in spite of his wounds
And others could only stare.
Then he surely seemed mad, he screamed at his dad:
“Why hast thou forsaken me?”
If you doubt that’s insane then let me explain:
He was his own father you see.
Now when I
think back to that guy I knew
Who hailed from Galilee
I remember a sight that inspired fright
In all those who did see.
What happened that day will forever stay
In the minds and hearts of lambs
And will remain there in curse and prayer
As the shammest of the shams.
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