If Jesus Was an Indian

by Corina Roberts


 

If Jesus was an Indian

The sermon would be short and simple.

 

Linger briefly with those in constant misery

For misery, like hope and happiness, is a choice.

 

Walk carefully among the opulence of others

For it has a price you may not wish to pay.

 

Tread lightly on those who struggle with demons

Whether real or imagined, for they are real to them.

 

Speak gently to children

For they have already heard too many harsh words.

 

Have not more than you can appreciate

There is no glory in excess when it is time to move on.

 

Breathe your own sacred breath

That your partner, your mother, your sister can breathe their own.

 

Let others live the experiences of their lives

These are lessons … do not deny them the chance to learn and grow.

 

Do not look down upon the poor or upward to the rich

For on both pathways there are burdens to be carried.

 

Do not cling to precious memories with a suffocating grip

Lest you should miss the opportunity to create more.

 

Go with purpose among those who live in poverty

For they have seen enough lack of good intentions.

 

Listen carefully to how someone describes their friends and relations

This is how they may soon describe you.

 

Be gentle with those who mourn, and let them …

Grieving is the way we heal what otherwise becomes our yoke.

 

With a balanced step, go forward

This life is a gift, fleeting and precious, best lived with action and intent.

 

to Autumn Leaves, an online poetry journal
volume 9(6)
This poem is copyright © 2005, Corina Roberts, all rights reserved.
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