Brother John

Brother John—he claims he carries a motif from above

He’s built his diorama, and he shows it off—with love

A montage to remind us that we are but mere clay

To ever bear respect; and bid The Father, His own way

Our eyes become opaque; yet we try to work the kiln

When all that He is asking is just for us to be still

The message, it is tactile; you mustn’t sit and watch

The time is disappearing from the clock

 

There’s a diptych in the center of what Brother John has made

To help emboss the message he received when he had prayed

He required no mandalas; all he needed was Christ’s love

For to heal the hearts of many, and their tessellated mugs

Watch him as he dances; while he tries to make a scene

In an effort to attract anyone who’s willing to see

Never, will he be ashamed; he knows his work is great

He is anxious; don’t you try to make him wait

 

There’s a fabulist quotation that is written on the wall

Solicitously making sure the Christian will feel small

But Brother John—he calls attention to this thing that he has built

He wants nothing to do with the unbeliever’s filth

He will not let them fetter anything he has in mind

He elucidated firmly, this was dedicated time

Dedicated to his Lord and Savior—King of All

John is faithful; he is always on the ball

 

Vincent J. Vera