Tell That Fox

What would you do
if you were given three days
before the walk to your demise?

I would gather family and friends,
touch each one, look into their eyes,
ask forgiveness for my derelictions.
I would eat my favorite foods
unless anticipation felled my appetite.
I would pray.
Would I volunteer
to make the trek to Jerusalem?

Jesus said, Tell that fox
I'll be there in three days,
and went back to work,
casting out demons,
performing cures,
touching people,
looking into their eyes.

a poem for the second Sunday in Lent 2016
(see Matthew 13:31-35)

by Rachel Horsley