Journey to Meet Jésu, ʿĪsā ibn Maryām

Yeshua - middle eastern Jew - open and hidden eye[1]Jesus and his church, are they the same or is one to blame?
Christ and his church, did they lurch forward beyond his words
Of love and reconciliation, dove from above, fleece of peace?
Misunderstand cross to bear, and not to tear people asunder
In self-centered blunder; as he prayed sacrifice to be made
Arrayed in humility without religious charade of such decayed
Preacher-teachers, soul-leechers, modern pharisees with pedigrees
Of false spirituality in neutrality of all charity and equality
Of the very people Jesus came to save? Did someone cave in and
Begin to recreate or have I misunderstood the good that should
Be believed and lived?

Ah! This is why you threw away all I learned and knowledge burned;
Set me on new-old worn path with nothing but demeaning dreaming
To meet the man from Galilee as if for the first time by chime
Of life-clock, so I rounded the block and began to walk, no talk;
And it is the first time, isn’t it? Just a bit scary, somewhat hairy,
But what else but to go on without soul-rïcin, simply now to listen
To old men with glistening eyes tell their tales in simple fashion
And all the passion that goes along with belonging to the same story.
And sometimes they flip-flop and forget, repeat and sweat and fret
In trying to get it right with all their might while I’m still in sight;
And it’s okay today.

So I’m on this pilgrimage to find a little village and one clear image;
Am I wrong? But I can’t belong in the throng that sings the unspirit-song
Of some caricature spawned from oracular vision of hell-warped provision;
Ah! they may be wonderful ~ better that I ~ mindful, trustful and colorful;
But there is the voice that calls me to greet and meet this ʿĪsā ibn Maryām,
Outside the perch of church; without crutch of theology and silly tautology;
Just to find, or be found, unbound to know the Person, not the carnival show!
Is this wrong? Some say I’m damned; I’ve left the fold; I’m out in the cold;
I’ve sold out to hold out against the truth; I’m in the devil’s grip and sip
Intoxicating lies with flies of hell clouding my sight, sapping my might…
But I just want to meet Jesus…
Sit as his feet with sweet wine of life so fine … Is this dangerous?

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9 thoughts on “Journey to Meet Jésu, ʿĪsā ibn Maryām

  1. Jesus the man/angel incarnate is very different from the Church that took root in his name like some monstrous weed. A man who lived without money, without the need to control, without ostentatious wealth, a simple preacher/teacher who urged forgiveness, tolerance, love and a personal relationship with God, a man who wouldn’t pass the dress code of the Churches built in his name. This man would not recognise Rome and the Crystal Palaces which prominently display the implement of his untimely death. And for what? A warning? Guilt? Control? The Church has little to do with Jesu Isa ibn Maryam, who also spoke to angels.

    1. Thank you … I held it for a long time because I was a bit afraid to post it. Well, I’ve done it now, so… Here it is! I’m so encouraged by your words of approbation. Thank you!

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