He's Gone Poem by James Tipp

He’s gone moved on whilst we still linger,
We hold him captive as the baby in the manger
He’s easy to handle as the baby; we’re in control.
But when he moves on what then? Things change.
He upsets his mother disturbing her peace and dreams
He disturbs the quiet of fisherman moving them on
They follow and are equally disturbed even then.
His following disturbs the authorities
Both Jew and gentile find him hard to take
Mary the stable long forgotten puzzles over this her child.
The arrest and crucifixion painful episodes retold
But just as the stable now lies empty, so does the tomb
The Christ child now fully comes of age, in eternity
Leads his people through the time and tide of human endeavour.
Still disturbing his world through the voice of his people.
We are called to be disturbers, for his Kingdom is to come.