Posted by: abbiewatters | April 14, 2017

On Friday

It was on the Friday that they ended it all.

Of course, they didn’t do it one by one.

They weren’t brave enough.

All the stones at the one time

or no stones thrown at all.

They did it in crowds…

in crowds where you can feel safe

and lose yourself, and shout things

you would never shout on your own,

and do things you would never do

if you felt that someone was watching you.

It was a crowd in the church that did it,

and a crowd in the civil service that did it,

and a crowd in the street that did it,

and a crowd on the hill that did it.

And he said nothing.

He took the insults, the bruises,

the spit on the face,

the thongs on the back,

the curses in the ears.

He took the sight of his friends turning away,

running away.

And he said nothing.

He let them do their worst

until their worst was done,

as on Friday they ended it all…

and would have finished themselves

had he not cried, “Father, forgive them…”

And began the revolution.

From: Stages on the Way, Iona Community Wild Goose Resource Group

Posted by: abbiewatters | April 14, 2017

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Posted by: abbiewatters | April 13, 2017

On Thursday

It was on the Thursday

that he became valuable.

He hadn’t anything to sell…

not since leaving his hammer and saw

three years earlier.

Needless to say,

he could knock together a set of trestles

or hang a couple of shelves at the drop of a hat,

no bother at all.

But he wasn’t into making things,

Not now.

He was into…

well…talking, I suppose,

and listening

and healing

and forgiving

and encouraging…

all the things for which there’s no pay

and the job center has no advertisements.

So his work wasn’t worth much.

Nor, indeed, was he.

For, not being well-dressed

or well-heeled or well-connected,

he wouldn’t have attracted many ticket holders

had he been put up for raffle.

But he had a novelty value…

like the elephant man or the fat lady

or the little person at the circus.

Put him on a stage and he might be interesting to look

at.

Sell him to the circus

with the promise of some tricks

and there could be a silver penny or two

or thirty in it.

It was on the Thursday

that he became valuable.

From: Stages on the Way, Iona Community Wild Goose Resource Group

Posted by: abbiewatters | April 13, 2017

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Posted by: abbiewatters | April 12, 2017

On Wednesday

It was on the Wednesday

that they called him a wasteful person.

The place smelled like

the perfume department of a big store.

It was as if

somebody had bumped an elbow against a bottle

and sent it crashing to the floor,

setting of the most expensive stink bomb on earth.

But it happened in a house, not a shop.

And the woman who broke the bottle

was no casual afternoon shopper.

She was the poorest of the poor,

giving away the only precious thing she had.

And he sat still

while she poured the liquid all over his head…

as unnecessary as aftershave

on a full crop of hair and a bearded chin.

And those who smelled it, and those who saw it,

and those who remembered

that he was against extravagance,

called him a wasteful person.

They forgot that he also was the poorest of the poor.

And they who had much

and who had given him nothing,

objected to a pauper giving him everything.

Jealousy was in the air when a poor woman’s generosity

became an embarrassment to their tight-fistedness…

That was on the Wednesday,

when they called him a wasteful person.

From: Stages on the Way, Iona Community Wild Goose Resource Group

Posted by: abbiewatters | April 12, 2017

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Posted by: abbiewatters | April 11, 2017

On Tuesday

It was on the Tuesday

that he let them have it.

If you had been there you would have thought

that a union official was being taken to task

by a group of mobsters.

Or that the chairman of a  multinational corporation

was being interrogated by left-wing activists

posing as shareholders.

They wanted to know why,

and they wanted to know how.

The questions they asked

ranged from silly childish speculations

about whether you would be a bigamist in heaven

if you’d married twice on earth,

to what was the central rule of civilized behavior.

They knew the answers already…

or so they thought,

otherwise they never would have asked the questions.

And like most of us

they were looking for an argument

with no intention of a change of heart.

So he flailed them with his tongue…

those who tried to look interested

but never wanted to be committed.

And that was on the Tuesday…

the day when he let them…

let us…

have it.

From: Stages on the Way, Iona Community Wild Goose Resource Group

Posted by: abbiewatters | April 11, 2017

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Posted by: abbiewatters | April 10, 2017

On Monday

It was on Monday

that religion got in the way,

An outsider would have thought

that it was a pet shop’s fire sale.

And an outsider, in some ways,

wouldn’t have been far wrong.

Only, it wasn’t household pets,

it was pigeons that were being purchased.

And it wasn’t a fire sale;

it was a rip-off shop in a holy temple

bartering birds for sacrifice.

And the price was something only the rich could afford.

No discounts to students or seniors, pensioners,

or social security claimants.

Then he, the holiest man on earth, went through that bizarre bazaar

like a bull in a china shop.

So the doves got liberated

and the pigeon sellers got angry.

And the police went crazy,

and the poor people clapped like mad,

because he was making a sign

that God was for everybody,

not just for those who could afford him.

He turned the tables on Monday…

the day that religion got in the way.

From: Stages on the Way, Iona Community Wild Goose Resource Group

Posted by: abbiewatters | April 10, 2017

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