Monday of Holy Week Sonnet
with love to Rich Mullins
When you were twelve they marveled at you, Lord;
At how a boy so young could know the things
You knew. And when they streamed together toward
You preaching on the mount, you gave a string
Of pearls that many heard and thusly proved
They were not swine but humans who had burned
In hearts bewildered by the way you moved
Them so. But had this Rabbi’s awe been earned?
And back and forth they went it seems until
This final week, when all the conflict surged.
In Temple courts you said “No longer will
I hide from this. I know my time has come.
Forever have I been my Father’s son.”
You can listen to me read it here
https://soundcloud.com/benwhitepoetry/monday-of-holy-week-sonnet
Today, if you hear his voice 