My Favourite Jesus Story

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I like the Bible stories:

Jesus being born,

The straw, a big star,

Sheep watching, probably lambs licking his forehead,

more probably goats;

folks coming by. Presents.

That’s nice, but it’s the desert I like.

Forty days and Forty nights.

Wandering. But not wandering looking

at all the cool shit God created.

No, I don’t think so, and not just days,

Forty nights.

Sit-up sweaty anxious bad sleep nights.

Did he remember to thank the wise men:

really appreciate his mother; honestly Jesus?

that time with Paul, arrogant? the money lender thing:

all of it slithering out endlessly in the wilderness,

and listening hard to hear:

It’s ok, you’re good person.

Yeah I like to think he suffered.

Then walked out.

Who built these minds…

Jesus we suffer.