Sunday Poem


a portrait not of mythic man,
this is defeated man at nadir
man at the end of dream-turned-nightmare,
this is Jesus of human streets
not one of vested theologians and priests

this is pre-Easter man
without trappings of wonder
but man of simple goodness, sweat, and blood
in a god-forsaken moment like other men
abandoned when push comes to shove
who, like them, cried out of his forsakenness,

why, how come?

Jim Culleny
4/12/20, Easter Sunday

Painting by Tony Canger