I heard of Jonah and his dealings with whale
I thought to myself “well now there’s a tale”
And I read it once long and I read it once hard
And I wrote down the meaning on the back of a card.
So I began to walk through scenery pleasant
Enjoying life no more than I could have at present
And I thought again on the parable Biblical
Whilst the day rolled on forever cyclical.
I thought of Jonah and his swallowed by whale
As I walked along this long forgotten trail
And a thought occurred as I reached a town
And it came over strong so I sat myself down.
I saw a leaf chasing the shadow of bee
And a teacher to child discussing imagery
I saw heaven as a brightened star
And a brothel door slightly ajar.
As I pondered on these things I’d seen
I felt a raindrop cleansing, clean
And I thought of Jonah entombed by whale
And was hurt by notions of if I should fail.
I journeyed far to avoid such claim
I journeyed here to save my name
I spoke of parables old and new
I spoke of things concerning few.
I lost my way just before the last tree
Turned right not left, so foolish of me
And whatever occurred led me to this path
I thought of Jonah and I heard him laugh.
Walking onwards in rain of clouds bringing
Deaf to all noise but that of my singing
I thought of Jonah spat out by whale
I wished Jonah lay dead on the shale.
I threw the good book in fury unleashed
Looked on in awe at where my throw reached
And I walked on to follow this new path I made
I walked on under trees and their shade.
Found I a beach and upon a beached whale
This Jonah metaphor was not yet so stale
In front of beast lay a man arms out spread
One look was to see that this man lay dead.
I had wished for this and with all the luck
It was poor Jonah whom I had forsook
And no guilt felt I nor no mourning I did
In his hand placed the book and farewell I bid.
With a walk far to home I thought upon
Jonah’s demise and the whale paragon
Yet I did my part for book in his hand
Shall remain until he’s coated by sand.
Erstwhile am I consumed by this fear
That’s worth no more than just one tear?
So I looked above and prayed to the skies
And asked for God to desist with his lies.
I felt no better and I felt no worse
My pain instead was wrapped by verse
My voice grew quiet, my voice grew hoarse
My hands grew tough, my hands grew coarse.
The ground was scratching and killing me
This had to be God and his damned fury
I thought of my trip and how I came to fail
And all thoughts led back to Jonah in whale.
© Kris Blackburn 04/03/13