Nazareth
Back
home among the villagers
Whispers
and innuendo float just below the surface
Something
dodgy about my birth,
Too
bright for me own good, dangerous,
Unclean,
can’t be trusted.
The
Spirit of the Lord is upon me
To
bring sight to the blind, hearing to the deaf,
Movement
to the paralysed, life to the dead.
A
jubilee year of jubilees
Good
News, but only if you want to hear it.
Who
doesn’t want to hear the Good News?
Those
in power and influence
Those
with plenty to lose
Those
afraid of change
Those
hiding lies and deceit.
Today,
this scripture is fulfilled.
Questions,
sugary sweet, probing
Disarming
scripture
I
reply with God’s vision
A
volcano starts as a rumble of disquiet
Like
a virus, hate spreads in the room
Anger
like steam erupts at weak points
Venting
fear and distrust
You’re
the bastard child aren’t you?
Filth,
dirt, how dare you defile us?
Carried
out in a wave of anger
A
crowd moving as one
Fuelled
by fear and hatred
They
want me dead
Is
my mission done here?
I
stop myself in the moment
Heaven
fills me, overflowing all around
I
see them, but they can’t see me
Blinded
by their hate
I
walk past.
I
see my brothers, pain and anguish fill their eyes
I
have disgraced my family
Because
I put God first?
I
walk on, shaking the dust off my feet
Nazareth,
Oh Nazareth, could you not see?
© Colin Waldock
6/4/2016
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