Poem based on 4th Sunday in Lent John 9:1-41

Agendas, agendas

this just does not fit.

We have the world all figured out

and not this

it does not fit.

It is not E=MC2

or blue and yellow make green

This is pigs flying

and cancer cured

and it does not fit into the world

as I have created it.

            And Jesus spat on the ground

            Made clay and put it on his eyes

            And told him to wash in the pool

            Siloam.

How then can this be?

If the world does not run by my/our

fixed rules

Where can I put my trust? 

My faith?

            and his eyes were opened

            through faith

                        in Christ

                        of Christ