Now isn’t that a Miracle? Jan. 16, 2022

I see Jesus’ blood

has dried and the holes

in his wrist have healed

and filled in but not as much

as his robust belly while the

hair and beard have grown long

and turned snow white

He’s happy again at the

money changer’s tables

securing gifts for everyone

with his fat red smile

fat red suit and red hat

though I have to wonder

if under all that lives

a lonely soul on a crucifix

wearing a crown covered in blood

dressed in scarlet-ruined rags

still looking at the sky

waiting for an answer