It is a curious exercise to consider
the humanity of Jesus–
hobbled by the burdens of everyday life
suffering from compassion fatigue.
Little wonder that he craved camaraderie
in the school of hardship.
Lessons in the mathematics
of poverty and despair
the rhetoric of injustice
the geography of resilience.
Stories that stayed with him
to endure the pain
and keep a sense of humor.
No such thing as extra credit
but enough to get him through.
They watched from the usual distance
with grim solidarity
when the righteous ones made an example of him.
(Little did they know what an example he was to them.)
He didn’t think it too much to ask
when the man who hung next to him
asked to be remembered.
How could he forget his friend
after sharing drinks
and swapping stories
that one night only weeks ago?