Mama Taught Me About A Man Named Jesus (a poem by debileah aka deborah leah krempa)

Mama Taught Me About A Man Named Jesus... (prose/poetry by debileah).

by Deborah L Krempa on Tuesday, June 1, 2010 at 7:19am

Mama she taught me about Jesus, so I had to find him for myself.
I searched high and low, I searched far and wide, then one day he came to me?
As I listened for his voice and I opened up my eyes. He was no where to be found.
For they buried his dead body in the ground. He rose far above them and left an empty grave.
They taught me many things, I learned my lessons well. All things considered; as I pondered
About heaven and of hell. I took his teachings and I applied them to my life.
He became a shining light on my darkest of nights. He became my sunshine on a cloud filled day.
I remember Sunday school and being taught to live by the golden rule...
"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you" he said.
I believe he"Jesus" exists whether it be in legend or in lore.
Mama taught me about Jesus, I had to find him for myself. I sought to find out the truth about this man.
Son of God they called him, king of the Jews. They humiliated him, crucified him, nailed him to a tree.
They told me his shed blood would set me free. Now, I'm not one to argue with or question another faith,
But I found a friend in him? A great teacher and a brother, a mortal man whom walked among us.
One whom left his footprints in the sand. They taught me many things, I had to search the world over,
To find a four-leaf clover, I recall his final words, " It is finished, it is over."
They told me I needed a savior, someone to save my soul, but they forgot to tell me...
Someone came and let his ashes go. They said he was my redeemer, he was so ahead of his time.
He was much like me, a dreamer, perhaps a poet, too. A tribal man who walked the streets of Galilee.
Mama taught me about Jesus, Jesus and mama! She read the holy book they call the bilble
A black book trimmed with golden pages. She cherished each and every word.
A family bible she passed down, throughout the ages. The white man's Jesus;
I learned much about him, as his spirit became my guide. Showing me things beyond comprehension.
Things I have been sorely afraid to mention. Like does an animal have a spirt?
They tried to tell me no! But I, I looked into the eyes of many a creature.
I saw my own reflection there. They tried to tell me no! We became as one heartbeat.
The four-legged and me. We became as one heartbeat, the birds in the sky and I.
We became as one heartbeat, like the the wind, wild and free!
Mama taught me about Jesus, what she had learned as a child. As time went on, mama passed away.
She crossed over to the other side, with a preacher near her bedside.
For that was mama's dying wish. I walked softly upon my Turtle Island, cherished my mother earth.
Mourned and shed many a tear since the time of my birth. Learned to let go of my fears.
Then I traveled back in time, to find an old friend of mine. For I was lost among the crowd.
Longing to be set free! Many moons came between us, until one day it was by chance per say...
Not by coincidence , we met once again by the coming light of a blue moon.
My old friend and me. Our silhouettes danced in the moonlight neath the stars of the night sky.
We danced in the daytime hours. There we felt the scorching heat of the sun.
We danced a dance of friendship that we had never known. We shared a bed of companionship'
As lover's often do. We got to know each other better than before.
I found you to be honest and original, a real person, not a fantasy.
I believe our souls truly did connect, and I shall cherish this time we've spent together.
Upon all the blessings I've been sent. Mama taught me about Jesus, the white man's Jesus.
I had to search the world over to find a four-leaf clover, I found you instead.
You looked into my eyes and saw into my very soul. It was cold and dark, hard to see the light.
I looked into your eyes and I saw a glimmer of hope, a ray of light in those emerald eyes.
Then I saw your smile. I am searching for words here, to tell you how I feel.
What my beliefs are all about, no time for doubt. I am a woman searching, not for a man, but
For a dream to come true. I believe I have found a friend in you.
I can ramble on and on or make the small talk, or I can come right down to the point of it all.
As my mind wanders to and fro. Alas my dear friend, I am thankful to you for calling me home,
To a valley in Tennessee . where the land is not too flat, nor the valley too low, or the mountains
Too tall for me to climb. I love mother nature and my dear precious earth. I love my Creator, my
Grandfather Sky. I love my neighbor as my best friend. I love my enemies unto the very end of time.
I love you as a brother, I've known you as a lover, now I shall learn to walk with you as a dear friend.
Mama she taught me about a man named Jesus... selavi!

Just me...

Reviews

[Valentine]

This reminds me so much of my childhood..All of us sitting in a circle and mom had different colored books..childrens stories about Jesus..We were taught from a small child to believe in Him..I never doubted he was as mom had told me..Later in life I went to the alter and gave Him my heart and soul..Too many parents today neglect God in their own lives and do not pass on the the stories of Christs birth,,his young life..his preaching..His sacrifce that all who9 believedin Him could have everlasting life.. Thank you God for mom's that pray and believe in you..Good job here sweeetie,,Kathie

[Bhavya Kaushik]

That is something that I guess everyone from our generation should read. A very passionate and powerful piece of writing. You are in a league of your own. One of my favorite writers out here! :)

[Nobody.]

powerful statement of faith from a place that is easy to understand and feels like home. Very down-to-earth and feels quite honest. My mama taught me the same.

Cheers!
R.G.

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

Wonderful debileah .. your mama taught you well.
I enjoyed this so much very inspirational and you wrote it so well.
I relate too and animals do go to Heaven .. This i believe.

Chloe

[Phill Oz O'fee]

A personal journey of self awareness and discovery of inner strengths; faith, hope, trust, love – all playing there part in your persona!

This testimonial composition resonates of life experiences and expectations yet to come. Thank you for sharing. I empathised and connected on several levels.

God bless you
Phillip