V: God as Poet

When I saw Jesus preach
the thousands seemed uncountable.
Using parables as thick as earth
and miracles alive as butterflies
he wowed the multitudes.
No one could be indifferent
though in the end apparently
he was easy enough to hate
if you believe the stories
widely circulated about certain
Jews which although I cannot confirm
what I didn't see, human nature
being what it is, I have no trouble
imagining are true and then
I think of all those Jews who
for half a century or more were
his only followers and then
I remember the two millenia
of Jew-hating down to the
bodies rolling in seething piles
before the bulldozers and it's
like two mirrors playing
an eternal tit for tat I hate you
until God's word is drowned or blind.
This, of course, in the world that God designed.