The Cross

Still Clowning Around

What are the teachings of this
Clown of mine,
that I should weave into
the warp and woof of life?
What is His foolishness that
now is wise?

No more some scattered
shattered-fractured
‘Yes’-
-a part of me, of us-
but all of me, in Him

Are we embarrassed?
Have we been running,
lemming-like,
to our Emmauses-

There are no Ups and Downs,
no Ins and Outs,
no Now and Yet to Come.
For by His throne
and in his wounded side