He was born
in a small insignificant town.
A son of a carpenter,
He is forever known as One!
He was a precocious child,
arguing with rabbis at the age of twelve;
He probably drove his parents insane,
but we know this not.
A friend of thieves, lepers,
and society’s forgotten,
He prayed,
He healed,
He showed the way!
For Truth’s sake,
He lives within us,
even now,
a millennia later.
He lifts us up,
to unimaginable heights;
He allows us to flourish,
if we listen!
His presence guides,
forgives,
teaches,
if we listen!
© Russell Kendall Carter
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retired literature and writing professor; I write spiritual, meditative, and prayerful blogs. My life is devoted to prayer and healing prayer for all I meet.
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