The Harlot

She heard the crowd

Happy crowd and hopeful

She wore the dress

Of red, regret and shame

She pressed on in

To hear the Man of Mercy

Good deeds, stories

Beautifying His Name.

A Kingdom shown

Where lurid deeds forgotten

A simple trip

Contrition at His feet.

The crowd was full

Of wonder seekers

Stuck in shallow waters

But she claimed depth

Through searching eyes discreet.

So why the barbs

Hurled daily by religion?

Rabbis surely knew

This sinless Man

Had come to bless

And she had serviced

Many of their number

In dark corners

Feigning all the while

Their righteousness.

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Married and father of two. Living in Waterloo, Ontario. Workplace health and safety professional. Blogger. Poet. Nature hiker. History buff. Inspirational writer. Newsboy for Jesus.

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