The Going On As Usual

IT WAS THE GOING ON AS USUAL

CHILDREN PLAYED AND MERCHANTS TRADED

LOVERS KISSED AND WALKED HAND IN HAND

PAST THE STABLE WHERE HE WAS BORN

IF THEY SAW JOSEPH THEY MIGHT HAVE CALLED SHALOM

GOOD LUCK WITH THE BOY

HE DID NOT DEEM IT LESS HIS PRIDE TO COME AS MAN

HE DID NOT COME TO MAKE US LESS THAN WHAT WE ARE

IF ANGELS COULD NOT KEEP THE SECRET OF HIS BIRTH

THEIR RANGE WAS SMALL

THE SHEPHERDS KNEW

BUT KINGS AND WISE MEN HAD TO FIND HIM

HE ENTERED INTO LIFE TO BE ONE OF US

THIRTY YEARS HE TASTED SALT AND SUGAR

AT THE END HE HUNGERED FOR THE EARTH

EYE SIGHT FADING

HEAD ROARING LIKE AN OCEAN BEATING

THOUGHTS LIKE A WHEAT FIELD IN A STORM

TILL AT HIS DEATH

THE GOING ON AS USUAL

THE WOMEN FINDING THE TOMB EMPTY

WHILE LOVERS KISSED AND WALKED HAND IN HAND

PAST THE PLACE WHERE THEY HAD LAID HIM

FRANK A VOLLMER