Riding the Lightening Bus with the Poetikat

Well, Kat said look at the pictures, just write and don't edit. I followed the rules, so this is like that very first five minute poem on that very first ride, before it was even the Bus. So don't expect a poem, more a conversation. With you, Him and mainly myself.

All the other riders can be found here: http://hyggedigter.blogspot.com/

The trinity of pictures:

Jesus Christ, Pantokrator!

During the final three years
You famously taught us
Judge not, that ye be not judged;
and not only talked the talk
but walked the walk –
eating, on a regular basis
with sinners, and worse

tax collectors.

On Judgement Day, however
(the when of which,
and what of which,
all Christian sects
agree to disagree)
judgement is, well, your job.
Sheep and goats,
right, left,
glory, torment,
etc.

Eternally.

To date,
You have not judged art,
and thinking of those great works:

Mantegna’s Adoration,
della Francesca’s Baptism,
and his Flagellation,
(although that may not, of course,
be You),
Grunewald’s Crucifixion,
La Pieta,
a lotto Giotto,
della Francesca’s Resurrection
(OK, I like Piero),
Christ Pantocrator at Cefalu
(enough!)
possibly You felt
there was little need.

So I can understand
a desire to destroy
that white abomination
with the toy Cross on the fake lake.
Wrong! Remember:
For with what judgment ye judge,
ye shall be judged:
and with what measure ye mete,
it shall be measured to you again.

Everybody knows
it’s Zeus that throws
the lightening bolts.