i went and sat inside his walls today
"O Come 0 Come Emanuel, and randsom captive Israel"
and called upon a God of muffins
and coffee and tea
to refill my cup, if you please
I like this Jesus, he's nice to me.
On the way home i passed a place
with no windows
and began to wonder
if Jesus like's coffee after all
and if he can creep in the dark
through broken cubicles
without spilling his tea
to share muffins with eyes
that glaze over with numb resignation
if perhaps there is really
to "randsom captive Israel"
i wonder what we really mean
and if we are familiar with a Jesus greater than tea.