Humane

Humane

by Joel Howard

a poem

Stable-laid

Humane

Been afraid

Humane

Laughed a lot

Inside jokes, got

Humane Savior

Humane

Poverty

Humane

Grief, distrust

Humane

Been in love

Friends, sons

Humane Jesus

Humane

So why do we

Myself included

Think we have 

The mark secluded

On the word compassion?

Why have we 

Determined, hidden

Christ is all but done

Forgiving?

Why have we left him out of 

Our club called

Humane?

When he is how we're made?

In his image - which he laid?

Trust me, he's humane