A prophet is only despised in his own country.
Among his own relations and in his own house.
We seek and are denied our entry.
We feel no bigger than a mouse.

This is the carpenter surely.
The son of Mary, the brother of James and Joset.

But this is our view surely.

We can’t stop questioning every facet.

He is too familiar.

He has walked the countryside.

Perhaps we find the fact that God was here peculiar.

But can we at least not accept him as a guide.

And then in my dream I saw the door opening.

And faith started reviving.

…….

Yes he was despised

By his own country’s people

And are we the same

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See Mark 6  : 1-6