He stands
before the chalkboard
telling tall tales
to his disciples,
pointer in hand,
inviting them to ask
Why do you teach metaphors:
fig trees,
lost coins,
lost sons,
persistent widows,
mustard seeds,
valuable pearls?

My students You say
Your eagle eyes
spot the meat
of My word
But not all
the flock can fly
over the thorns surrounding
their rose hearts.

Class graduation
will marry
their tenor, vehicle.
Thorns will burn
allowing the heart
to hear Me.