Thank you, Jesus, you came to
The average everyday of us,
Chose dwelling in limited space,
Smiling your vast smile at our
Smallness as we reach for our evening beers
Down at the local,
Baring our souls as we join heart and soul
With our friends.
You sit back and rest with us in our glass of wine
At the end of a same song day, monotonous like
A hamster wheel going nowhere,
(you had days like that, too. The keeping on
with your wood and your work
The always, every dayness of the rabble
Rousing around you, their limited sight distance
Keeping them from seeing Who You Really Are.)
You choose to sit with us at our corner coffee shops
Brushing elbows while we tip back overpriced drinks,
Join us in the camaraderie of fellow walkers in The Way
As we commiserate about our humanity
Sharing the commonality of twin children from
We are not alone, joined with you
Who dared to inhabit skin
Who bowed to our base people-ness by walking
A life with us. You lean in at the chance we give You
To hold forth a drink from your neverending well.
Welcome it like a breeze across your native Nazareth sand
—just to be with us where we are,
humming your verses over us
Praying we tune into the song.
Please keep singing.
In which I AM NOT endorsing the overindulgence or instead-of-God dependence on alcohol. Please.