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Reluctant Messiahs
by David HillJesus hangs,
nailed to a splintered phone pole
just down the block
at 4th and Main
with thorny crown, droopy arms,
chin on chest
lashes dry with ancient tear salt.
In view, the pillared granite bank,
in a bear market,
with blood on the wind
and wolves at the door,
a house of cards.
A ragged tramp sits upon a bucket
lethargic, sad eyed, lonesome,
but claims hell work for food.
Lunch time bustle,
a passing banker doesnt avert his eyes
and wonders aloud:
I could toss him a fish,
but by what means do I teach him to fish?
A silent Jesus looks on,
reluctant about any second coming.
01/11/2009 Author's Note: fish and fishermen
Posted on 01/11/2009
Copyright © 2026 David Hill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/11/09 at 05:55 PM That first stanza's like a fastball to the chest. Awesome write. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/11/09 at 06:57 PM We all fish and fishermen alike. But most don't realize it and those that do tend to fish too hard. Great write David. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/11/09 at 07:15 PM Love it! So very timely - I like how you brought in the 2nd Coming with the added hesitation - I'm thinking it's back to basics for the most of us for a very long time. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 01/12/09 at 01:26 AM I love the modern feel to this and the message about teaching. Great read man. |
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