Man, I’m exhausted…These crowds are horrendous!
And when I dream it’s of a sea of faces that’s endless.
They push and shove in this heat! They argue or sing,
Shouting their requests over the voice of my King.
I miss the days at Cana, when I had a minute to think,
When we spent time together over good food and drink!
But this crowd’s building with the needy, lost and sinner,
So we’ll miss each other again and probably skip dinner.
Inspired by Mark 6:30-36
~Poet of Ephraim
Poet of Ephraim 