Mark, in the pages of whose gospel
we find ourselves, makes no mention
at all of Jesus’ father.
Perhaps Joseph understood his son
better than the rest,
or else the tradition is correct,
and he had died before Jesus began his work.
Whichever is the case,
Joseph was not leading the family group
when they came to restrain Jesus
and take him home,
before he could do any real harm
or get into any serious trouble.
The reports had alarmed them;
he had always been different,
but they loved him,
and forgave him his eccentricities.
Now he has gone public,
and it is being said, rather too gleefully
it seems to his mother and his brothers,
that he is no longer in his right mind.
Best they bring him home.
Returned to his carpenter’s bench,
they will keep him busy
and watch over of him.
In time he will sort out his thinking
and people will begin to forget.
The family waits outside; expecting, no doubt,
that their errant brother and son
will submit to their collective wisdom,
recognise their love, and come quietly.
Ah, but he has a new family, now!
© Ken Rookes 2012