Poem For The Sunday Lectionary (Pentecost +13, Yr B)

THE “CAN’T-FOLLOW-JESUS-ANY-MORE” BLUES
(John 6: 56-69)

Seems the bread of heaven’s just too hard to chew.
Said, this bread of heaven’s just too hard to chew.
I’m chokin’ on flesh that’s given for me and you.

Says his words are spirit, but they feel more like a knife.
Says his words are spirit, but they feel more like a knife.
Yet he tells me his words hold the power of eternal life.

Don’t know ‘bout a Lord who’d lay down his life for love.
Said, what kind of a Lord lays down his life for love?
This world, my friend, is a place of push and shove.

Want a Christ who’s got a better way to succeed.
Need a Christ who’s got a better way to succeed.
Want someone who’s tough, who lets the other guy bleed.

Funny how hungry I feel down to my shoes.
Said, funny how hungry I feel down to my shoes.
Can’t seem to shake these empty-feeling blues.

Wish the bread of heaven wasn’t so hard to chew.
Is the bread of heaven really so hard to chew?
Maybe need that flesh that’s given for me and you.

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Poem For the Sunday Lectionary (Pentecost +11, Yr B)

RECIPE FOR THE BREAD OF LIFE
(John 6: 35, 41-51)

Start with the Word made flesh –
full of grace and truth.

Add living water
drawn from the spring
that gushes to eternal life.

Mix with the Spirit
that blows where it will.

Flavour with fruit
of the true and living vine.
(Note: will contain love.
Will produce joy that is full.
)

And most importantly of all:

Give Jesus’ flesh for the life of the world.
(Requires a cross.
Leaves an empty tomb.
Serves: God’s beloved world.
)

Poem For the Sunday Lectionary (Pentecost +10, Yr B)

PRESENCE
(John 6: 24-35)

We looked for him on the east side,
looked for him after eating
the loaves and fishes, after
they collected the leftovers, 12 baskets-full –

looked for him among the dreams
of a king of conquering power –

looked for him among the memories
of manna long ago –

dream-memories of a then,
of a when-God-was-with-us

      (the way we look for life in possessions,
      among belongings, career obsessions,
      our hearts sifting sand for hope and joy) –

and did not find him there;

so crossed the lake to find him
where he had left behind
the leftovers,
the once-upon-a-past

to share the life not found in heaping baskets,
not found in power or possessions,
yet satisfying the longing of the
searching, hungry heart –

the love, the grace, that
can best be known in now

being the bread from heaven
that is God with us today,
no matter the side of the lake
where we are found.