SCARECROW CHRIST
Christ,
too many times
I’ve neglected the
wheat of the fields,
the grapes on the vine,
because I was scared
of you - a you - I imagined
was made of straw -
till one day I saw you -
off the cross, on the street,
the stranger, the different,
the rejected, bleeding, hurting,
one - calling out, “Come to me ….
all you who are …..”
© Andy Costello, Reflections 2017
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