Brother Jesus, whatever is your life, whatever is the lie…: A poem

Would I believe the star of Bethlehem, star-crossed

a chosen one to a death by crucifixion?

You know, since that fateful day, the world lost conjecture

and began to convictedly believe…or, that love was death and torture and burning at the stake

of Pagans, even the brief history of the once flourishing langue d’oc to note a point of illustration

And that, subsequently, love was a war between the worlds!

Of course, Jesus, you said turn the other cheek in humility,

You also said give Caesar what is due to him!

Did then your rage in the temple serve your legacy?

Or the two millennia of vehement cruelty by the Church and the Papacy?

We started to believe even so…though Joseph of Arimathea

asked Pontius Pilate for your `soma’ (living body) not your `ptoma’ (dead body)

And why would Nicodemus use the dish of aloes over a dead corpse, if only to heal a living body?

Did Mary Magdalene see the boulder roll to manifest your `Divine Resurrection”?

It was the poor doubting Thomas Didymus who was bad-mouthed all of posterity!

And he did touch your living wounds, and then he did believe (?)

Were you celibate, or why did Martha and not Mary of Bethany rush out to greet you, like a dutiful Jewish wife

Because Jewish women were not permitted to come out and greet their husbands! Remember the wedding at Canaa?

And some muted apocrypha says you kissed Mary Magdalene on the mouth?!

 Your miracles – were they more than Nazorean/ Essene / Masonic rituals?

Like making the blind see; and raising the dead (the effeminate Lazarus/ John the Divine, who you spent nights with, would have us know!)

And so, did you survive the Crucifixion and decamp to India?

It was James the Just, your younger brother by six years, who was actually sacrificed to the stoning?

But what is written down in the mendacious NT is not your fault, O brother Jesus, but that of evil Saint Paul and equally evil Ananus ben Ananus and all their cronies!

Who did not bat an eyelid in condemning poor Godly James?

Whatever your life, whatever the lie, your brother James, still loves you, dear brother Jesus! Mere prophet or God-sent messiah?!

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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