The One

. . . because April is Poem Month . . .

The One

How could this be?
He was the one,
or so he said
But now he’s gone

I must get out
How can I bear it?
Joseph! He will
take me to his home

Joseph - my shoulder
to lean on
when times go wrong
He must be sorrowing too

And so we walked
And we talked
and reasoned about
the way we had felt

We rehearsed it,
all of it,
over and over
We had SO believed

Yet the sadness lingered,
I could not shake it
And then someone
on the path ahead, please no!

It was too late
He saw our grief
and had overheard
He asked us why

WHAT?!
How could this man
be so near the site
and yet not know?

So we began
Our words gushed forth
telling all,
including the wives’ tales

Then he spoke,
as if he’d known
all along about the
cause of our grief

He knew the scriptures well,
as if he had written them,
and pointed out things
we hadn’t considered

Our hearts were on fire
Could it be true?
This stranger seemed
to think so.

Too soon
we were at Joseph’s
Please eat with us!
You must!

The conversation,
or should I say,
his teaching continued
while we gathered our food

We sat and he,
taking a small loaf,
broke it and gave to us.
WHAT!

It is him!
The ONE!