Did the street dance
the stones cry out
in wonder- when Jesus
swept through town?
Did booth poles shake
paradigms shift
conversations gape
following Him?
Did society’s fabric
hang slightly askew?
The pharisees came
wouldn’t you…
Did barley and lentils
make confetti like rain
when boys and girls
were whole again?
Did spinners handing
their flax and wool
wonder what magic
their fringes might hold,
if Jesus came back their way?
Did butchers and bakers
dance a jig,
the farmers juggle
olives and figs
Were tables upended
and beggars crowned
the day that Jesus
came to town?
Did some leave their posts
never look back
drop tools and trades
for different ‘gold’?
Was the richest perfume
in market that day
joy that flowed
from Healer’s grace?
Did the stones cry out
and tradesmen rumble
doves coo
and old men wonder
Will Jesus come back our way?
jfig 4/2020
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