Saturday, January 22, 2005

The gospel according to Thomas

Jesus was a friend of mine
We clicked on meeting, straightaway
But now he's gone, I don't know why
He impressed me so.

Perhaps it was the way he smiled
As if he understood your pain,
And when he waved, it was meant for you:
A trick that politicians know.

Of course, he was very kind
In a slightly offhand way
Well-intentioned but a bit rushed,
People to see, places to go.

The time he healed the stricken child
The one who was blind and lame
He forgot to cure the cancer too,
A bit of a public relations blow.

He liked his work, and didn't mind
The photo call that began each day;
Now he's gone, the press has dispersed
Looking for the next freak show.

Martin Locock, 2002

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