A panegyric to James the Just (Yakov): A poem 

(I am the reincarnation of James the Just. My beloved Sarah has also reincarnated, and is still very much mine) 

He was born to be Godly stubborn 

To know his norm was not time-worn 

A solid form that didn’t fall to con 

He didn’t need water, though he was cousin to John 

He had a will that was so thick 

like sunlight can’t pass through a brick 

Undaunted by any evil Tom, Harry and Dick 

He was daring as a boy and wise as a walking stick 

His beloved was Sarah, who was, for perpetuity, his 

Life’s fate can go amiss, but eternal bliss shall kiss 

And he could fool the Romans with many a trick 

He was the custodian of such confounding magic 

But Alas!  Saint Paul the liar and maniac 

murdered him with a stony flak 

And more woe! For he was erased from all records by the evil Church 

whose lies spread throughout humanity’s perch 

This is an ode to the actual chosen one 

who was hated by the malevolent sun 

He did not, posterity’s fame, inherit 

But God saw that he was eternally starlit