I am certain that Jesus was not that
person walking down a dusty road
in an immaculate robe, in Cinemascope
that he was not could never be
whatever it is that you think he was
while worshipping before altars
ornamented in gold.
he was a quieter gold.
he cherished the heart of people,
things. small flowers on the hillside.
the olive groves.
I know he has been depicted otherwise
but Jesus in my heart
never wears this disguise.
he is all candlelit within his own
secret Christmas.
this I thought as a little girl.
when I felt his presence on
every wind.
and in my Easter frame of mind
when the air is heavy with springtime
I think of him as I knew him then
King of the beautiful
and my friend.
mary angela douglas 15 april 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So graphic. So focused. Bringing Jesus to life. Thank you