Just reflecting on this trilogy in poetry I wrote on the Sea of Galilee after a day visiting the ruins of Caesarea.
trilogy: to a roman god
I. Maybe Some Roman
Broken feet from a colossal statute of a Roman god
gleam in the Mediterranean sunshine.
Once maybe some Roman soldier
bowed down and grabbed
the feet of this god in worship.
Maybe some Roman soldier
kissed its toes and hugged its ankles—seeking
the blessing of this
But such faith had one Roman soldier
that Jesus said his was the greatest faith
in all of Israel. That Roman soldier
maybe worshiped stone-cold gods at one time.
But when Jesus came through,
the Roman soldier believed,
he just knew, that Jesus could speak
the word from a distance
that would raise his daughter
from her deathbed.
II. Only His Feet Remain
Only his feet remain, Roman god of Caesarea.
His body is destroyed, crushed to powder,
with two feet to show. I cannot think of him now. I can only ponder
the sacrificial truth
the tempered truth
the tried truth about
the beautiful feet
that carry the Good News
to the nations of the gods.
III. the feet of a roman god
these are the feet of a roman god.
they are magnanimous, colossal,
strong, enduring, beautiful,
and as white as purity.
they are everything a god should be.
but they are not pierced.