I was thinking about Jesus as a young boy.
You never hear about that side of him.
You just hear about him as a baby in a
manger with straw and Christmas lights,
and then all of a sudden – poof! – he’s
walking around in a beige caftan with a
full (trimmed) beard performing miracles.
But what was he like at seven or eight
years old? Was he a goody-two-shoes or
was he kind of bratty like most kids?
Maybe it’s like Superman. You don’t
really hear about HIS boyhood much
either. Sure, there are the Superboy comic
books, but they were never as good as the
Superman ones. I know what you’re going
to say, that Jesus Christ is a superhero
himself, right? Maybe so. But I still think
we need Superman around to do all the
menial work – you know, like nabbing
crooks and catching school buses falling
off of bridges and stopping guys with
nuclear bombs. Jesus never seems to want
to get his hands dirty with that kind of
stuff. Not that he’s a slacker. No way.
He’s just got more important things to do
with his time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem