You weren’t ready, Jesus;
Not time yet to come from the shadows,
But she jumped you into it.
“Do what he says”, your mother insisted,
Did you take a deep breath there –
The risk of acting or not acting
Balancing on the slender thread
of darkness or disclosure?
So this is how you showed yourself
On that first occasion,
Organising a piss up in a brewery,
And a good one at that.
I hope the couple stayed together,
Remained faithful and full of joy.
Undoubtedly they had their troubles.
And in their darker days did they remember
a very good vintage?
So this is Kingdom:
A party where the good wine flows
And the empty bottle makes a lens
For gazing at a glimpse of God.
(c) Meg Gilley