What did you look

(Mat 11:7-14; 12:7,8 Luke 10:40-42; Pro 27:6)

Why did you go to your rooftops,

little white raven – to behold?

How the wind is plowing on the crops;

how the knight is roaming, peasant stops?

Indeed, the merchant, was that your scold,

that he serves Mammon, not God, as told –

didst you see that in the desert so bold?

What did you look, when you looked for me;

in the desert, white raven, what was your request?

A lord in a manor, as dandy can be;

a knight on a horse or merchant with glee!

A reed what is not yet Superman to feast

your eyes in miracles or a furious beast?

Indeed, that is not, what you've seen!

What did you hope, then you traded with gold

and silver, white raven, to never account,

that is better to mercy than offer me sold:

for those deeds there never on my terms and mold.

Thousand words silence and don't know about –

obedience better, than the frenzied could shout,

for listen to Jesus, his teachings unfold…

Who is my prophet, who would witness in need –

the wounds of a friend are true and in love!

That you can call my servant indeed,

who rebukes you, white raven, to have you redeemed

from the shackles of boasting and falseness of lore,

what the blind scribe has altered; the breecher tore…

What love ever dares you, don't relent for a dream!