Minnesota

Minnesota

A Poem by Mark
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mysticism has always been at war with itself. I think.

"
If Jesus lived in Minnesota
I think he would throw snowballs.

Before the priests and magistrates
got to him and created their power
and our religion, 

I think he would have had fun plunking 
his disciples with balls of snow.

He would have enjoyed the sound of them
hitting backs and chests.

He then would have shook his finger playfully
at them as they got mischievous grins

and bent down to scoop snow and
form it, all 12 aiming, firing simultaneously.

He would have flung his hands out, fingers extended, face turned towards the sky in mock agony
as he was pummeled by a hail of snowballs.

He, and they, would then have collapsed 
on the snow banks in uncontrollable glee.

Before he'd been carried away to create a religion
My faith tells me Jesus was first about fun.

For if there is no fun, there really is no life,
and then the only reason for religion; control.

© 2014 Mark


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I loved this Mark -- it's a lovely write with alot of vivid imagery. I loved your take on this.

The first two lines made me laugh! I can't seem to picture Jesus throwing snowballs but I do now! Loved it.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Mark

10 Years Ago

haha! Maybe you are the second coming? That would shake things up a bit. :P
Mark

10 Years Ago

I would be glad to be one of your Apostles heehee.
s y e

10 Years Ago

Hahahaha!!!! I wish......

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Mark
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