Friday, April 4

A Fool for Christ's Sake

I hauled the cardboard.
It was large and smelled
faintly of morning dew,
but it would do.

I dragged it down the street,
the neighbors all watched me,
but they could not erase
the smile swathed across my dace
as I counter myself a Fool,
a fool for Christ's sake,

No one knew my intentions,
of how I'd transform that piece of trash
from uselessness to Gospel.
How I'd paint it up and down
to make the story of Christ come alive,
if but for just a moment
on a Blessed Easter morn.

The backdrop for our Easter play
lay on my back that day!

1 comment:

  1. Very cool, a Mystery itself until the revealing end lines.