In
Nazareth town
an
ancient text is opened,
intriguing
words read.
Isaiah's
promise
of
good news, hope and freedom,
is
spoken once more.
The
parchment is rolled,
returned
to the attendant;
the
man sits back down.
Eyes
are fixed on him.
They
watch his moves, and listen;
what
will he do next?
Touched
by the Spirit ,
the
carpenter-man proclaims:
the
day has arrived.
The
synagogue gasps
at
his bold declaration
and
foundations shake.
Jesus,
local boy,
who
do you think that you are
to
make such a claim?
©
Ken Rookes 2016
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