Over the past three days, I had the opportunity to hike with two great friends along the Jesus Trail (which stretches from Nazareth to Capernaum). We took a bit of an abbreviated route (which took us into Tiberius instead of Capernaum), and made a few stops along the way to write poetry. On day two, as we sat atop the Horns of Hittim my friend Ryan gave us a topic for a poem: “What does Jesus mean to you?” We each took about 45 minutes and spilled out hearts upon our journals. Here’s what I came up with:
The view looking northwest (towards the Sea of Galilee) from the Horns of Hittim
Him
Who oiled and lit a million lamps
and together called them sun.
Who plumbed a line across the sky
On which our days shall run
Who breathes the breath that grants us life
And receives it when we’re done.
His foggy words rise from Galilee
“I and the Father are one.”
His fissured hands worked crooked stone
His chisel chipped our hearts
He shed his robe and bent his knee
A wounded love’s rampart
His mangled frame was spool and thread
Mending lives we’ve torn apart
The fiery eyes of Nazareth
My God, how great Thou art!
