Poem for 3rd Sunday of Easter John 21:1-19

It was OK to follow

schlepping around the Galilean country side
doing what we were told
watching every move Jesus made
feeling the excitement
We had it made in a way
connected to something bigger than ourselves
preparing the way for the kingdom
In our own way we had it made
and then
then he was gone
Oh sure there was the resurrection
and the time spent with us
and the day of Pentecost
and then
then the spotlight went off
the houselights came up
and there we were
Party over
Now what?
Back to the same old
fade into the countryside
take life easy
and forget about that night
and the rooster crowing

Feed my sheep!
Feed my sheep!
Feed my sheep!
Be made whole again
and go into the whole world
which is not
and never will be
the same again
No longer centre stage
but streets and byways
Find the sheep
and feed them


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