Pharisee

...from Luke 5...
27 After this, Jesus went out and saw a tax collector by the name of Levi sitting at his tax booth. “Follow me,” Jesus said to him, 28 and Levi got up, left everything and followed him.

29 Then Levi held a great banquet for Jesus at his house, and a large crowd of tax collectors and others were eating with them. 30 But the Pharisees and the teachers of the law who belonged to their sect complained to his disciples, “Why do you eat and drink with tax collectors and sinners?”

31 Jesus answered them, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. 32 I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance."

so here is my Sunday morning, sabbath day poem.

Poem 14: Pharisee, 3rd June 2003, 4:20pm Darlinghurst Sydney, but begun on the 9:14 between Redfern and Central.

What a fine thought,
What a nice line:
“God have mercy on me, a sinner”
when will I stop
to make this prayer mine
would I be one with whom he shared dinner?

And then I might ask

What is wrong
With all my pride?
That I can not
Accept or decide
The place of the law
Because I am free
Am I a prostitute
Or a Pharisee?