Beautiful Outlaw
I like his robe,
homespun tunic,
blue, or brown, or gray
I like his scandal,
so improper
daring and risque!
I like his playfulness,
his humor,
Oh, how he can laugh!
I like his strangeness.
who would think
of making a giraffe?
I like his smile
open, playful,
laughing, eyes a-bright
I like his strength
the might of mountains
holds me, holds me tight
I like his freedom
heals on Sunday,
eats the heads of grain
I like his gentleness
he's tender.
soothes embarrassed pain
I like his voice
like thunder, yet like
snowfall in the night
I like his honesty
disruptive
loving, impolite
I like his stories
entertaining,
freeing captive hearts
I like his faithfulness
he's there
when needed friend departs
I like his humble heart
he chose
a stable, not an inn
I like his humanness,
the actual blood
beneath his skin
I like his need
his thirst and hunger,
craving for a rest
I like his openness,
his love –
John leaning on his chest
I like his answers.
enemies
are left with open jaw
I like his hope
defies religion
beautiful outlaw
homespun tunic,
blue, or brown, or gray
I like his scandal,
so improper
daring and risque!
I like his playfulness,
his humor,
Oh, how he can laugh!
I like his strangeness.
who would think
of making a giraffe?
I like his smile
open, playful,
laughing, eyes a-bright
I like his strength
the might of mountains
holds me, holds me tight
I like his freedom
heals on Sunday,
eats the heads of grain
I like his gentleness
he's tender.
soothes embarrassed pain
I like his voice
like thunder, yet like
snowfall in the night
I like his honesty
disruptive
loving, impolite
I like his stories
entertaining,
freeing captive hearts
I like his faithfulness
he's there
when needed friend departs
I like his humble heart
he chose
a stable, not an inn
I like his humanness,
the actual blood
beneath his skin
I like his need
his thirst and hunger,
craving for a rest
I like his openness,
his love –
John leaning on his chest
I like his answers.
enemies
are left with open jaw
I like his hope
defies religion
beautiful outlaw