Sunday, July 9, 2023

Aaron’s Beard, draft no. 4

This poem is about the man

I see in my mind--

I don’t know if from a dream

or an outing at a family restaurant

or on TV

or someone I know, but not well

or a friend I’ve not met yet--

This poem is about the man with the beard

who was laughing.

And though it was just a drop of water

on his beard,

it reminded me of Aaron’s beard

and how he might have laughed when the

oil ran down,

like a child might giggle

when sprinkled at baptism.

Friend, if I had oil

that could make you laugh every day

I would buy that for you.

Instead, I give you my image

of the man with the beard

and pray he warms you, too.

Behold, how good and pleasant it is when

brothers dwell in unity! It is like the precious

oil on the head, running down on the beard,

on the beard of Aaron, running down on the

collar of his robes!

Psalm 133:1,2