auroras light

Aurora’s light


As morning light came through the curtain I saw the face
of Christ, white eyebrows and grey bearded; his nose,
though was still strong, long and Semitic. An elderly man
not a firebrand chasing money lender out the temple; mind
the lenders have their own temples now, call them banks.
Knows he can’t change the world alone, but he hasn’t gone
cynical only wiser, he doesn’t draw attention to himself,
showing off, doing marvels as making the crippled walk.
It only upsets the pharmaceutical industry and other interest
groups, last time he took on the powerful he was crucified,
still has problem with his left lung where a roman soldier
speared him, bears nail marks on hands and feet. He works
in mysterious silence, cures a cancer here and there; smiles,
he does, when doctors call his work a miracle.