At once,
it was beyond
our so trivial hearts
as to understand the love
that was bestowed
upon us by such a man as he.
We were young
and he was the instructor
of youth.
Passion was his
main source of combustion,
and as with this fruit,
desire feeds the fire
of even disinterested souls.
He turned us from without
and by journey’s end,
we were all,
every one,
absorbing more muse
than seemed possible to consume.
Teacher was his title,
but he was like no other.
We all fell at his feet
to learn the things that many
have tried and failed.
Many have stumbled and struggled
to learn that which
he brought before us
and showed us how we
could know.
Then when the time came
for him to move
and us to stay,
sorrow engulfed our very frames.
We had become
more like him.
We were of his design.
Yet, creation always
desires creator
and we hungered
for his return.
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A beautiful tribute to our Savior. Made me stop and think - I usually think of Him as Savior, Healer, Wise beyond compare, and Perfect. Never thought of him as teacher, yet where would we be today if he weren't such a great teacher. Thanks for expanding my appreciation of Jesus. I especially like the ending.
