Since they failed the final on the hill
Jesus eschewed the messianic secret
and the suffering servant theory
for a more kinesthetic down-to-earth approach.
Apparently the excitement of the Paschal banquet
had drowned out the meaning of the mandatum.*
Even his careful exegesis of Isaiah
bounced off their stony stares forgotten.
To dent their dullness open
And break into their flinty marrow
he mounted a poetic onslaught of their senses—
the folded facial shroud at the tomb,
the feint at the fork on the road to Emmaus,
the twist of his wrist at dinner with the two,
eating fish fillet for breakfast with aplomb,
the press of their flesh on his open chest—
and they finally got the message
as he vanished in the sky
thankful he was more successful
in his second wind, with a more
hands-on in-your-face pedagogy.
Jerome L. McElroy
* The foot-washing command Jesus gave his disciples at the Last Supper.
**Accepted in The Poet’s Pen (December 2011).