Poem for Lent: Jesus’ Angels
It was a miracle really, that we were there at all.
We sold our trade goods remarkably quickly
and set off for home far earlier than expected.
The long trek through the wilderness went so fast,
it was mid-day when we came to the spring where we always stop.
Having gained so much time, we decided to spend the night.
My son Cornelius took the notion of climbing the high mountain,
“I came to see the world, Father,” he said to me!
It’s our last trip before he becomes a centurion,
he’ll see the world soon enough.
I sent two servants with him (there are lions in these parts),
and the rest of us settled in for a long nap in the shade…