• zacchaeus

    by  • April 17, 2016 • love, marriage, poetry • 4 Comments


    when I think of the tiny tax
    collector clinging to the tree
    waiting for Jesus to pass by
    I imagine my father there

    a short man with low self-esteem
    willing to go out on a limb
    hoping love would call him by name
    somehow my mother is there too

    taking Jesus by the arm and
    saying, “oh please don’t pass him by”
    she spent her life calling his name
    so he would know he was worthy

    I believed the bible story
    because of the way she found him
    day after day for a lifetime
    not just one afternoon for tea



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    4 Responses to zacchaeus

    1. DG
      April 17, 2016 at 9:43 pm

      Well said. Might we all find “day after day for a lifetime”

    2. Susan
      April 18, 2016 at 9:12 am

      Beautiful. It sounds like their love was solid and strong.

    3. April 18, 2016 at 1:26 pm

      That seems to be a good marriage from a man’s point of view. i certainly relate.

    4. April 19, 2016 at 2:02 am

      “day after day for a lifetime” ….


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