being peace

not many here
as the bus arrives
and he watches
the clock as minutes pass and thoughts
of water and wine
transformation into blood
such a scary thought
still tastes like wine and looks
like bread
two ones stand side by side
and my eyes are getting worse
as the day wears on and pollen falls like
snow on a sunny day
sneezing and thinking of god
much to think on
when I mention it
it isn’t so clear cut
and dry mouth
on a cross dying
for standing up and
being peace
was he who they claim him to be
was he as fallible
dying just like so many
before and after
and how do you take he is risen
enlightened martyr
take not blind faith and run
take what is believed and think on it
for a while or maybe forever
and we will be back someday
with more knowledge
and insight
being peace…