I Made Wine Like Jesus Did Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I Made Wine Like Jesus Did



I'll wait for the grape
to turn into wine
unless my patience

dies on the vine begging
me to call on Jesus
who knows best.

I, unlike Him,
am a legal immigrant
with proper work permits.

There won't be any need
to hire Him,
an illegal immigrant,

to stump on purple raisins
though divine feet,
dirty or not, could help.

Sunday, October 28, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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Alex Nodopaka Aug©2012
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