“Brood of vipers”? Now isn’t that a little harsh?
I only bite a little, and I hardly bark at all…
What shall I do to demonstrate
that I will neither bark nor bite
Give from my abundance? Sure,
I’ll give the coat away I don’t use
Don’t overcharge my creditors?
That’s easy! I don’t even bill my clients
Don’t line my pockets by abusing
my position? Easily done! So John, got
No? No more? You’re pretty gracious
for a prophet. I won’t fret about vipers
Now, Jesus, with his softer words,
he’d ask more. He’d say I’d know no safety
He’d say to leave my family, all
familiar things, and have no home
I guess that I won’t call you stern
and terrible, sweet Baptist,
Ah, John. We are alike, we two. We chose
to follow Jesus, and we are not the same
A poem/prayer based on Luke 3:7-18, the Revised Common Lectionary Gospel reading for Year C, Advent 3.
The image is “Saint Jean Baptiste prêchant devant Hérode Antipas” by Pieter de Grebber.