I went to see where Jesus
once touched the earth
but the Catholics
had got there before me
and obscured His footprints
with arches, buttresses,
gold and incense.
I went to see where Jesus once touched the earth.
I couldn't see for
concrete and collection boxes,
for postcards and guide books.
So I looked further down.
I looked to the ground.
But the ground was thirty feet
higher than back in A.D.3.
This is not where Jesus walked.
I looked down, down to my feet,
my legs,arms,chest.
I looked down to where Jesus
touches the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
amen, true dat Oh Christ is here! How can He not be seen?