Grumbling, mumbling,
and fearing the crumbling
of respectable walls,
the righteous are offended
by bumbling sinners
who fall, stumbling,
into the kingdom.

Particularly offensive is
the humbling teacher, who
heeding the deep
rumblings of grace,
jumbles the rules,
embraces the fumbling
and makes them welcome.

© Ken Rookes.
More poems about Zacchaeus can be found here, here, and here.


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