At the Wedding

I knew.
When my son walked into the room
at the wedding feast
with his new followers,
I knew.
I had always wondered
when it would happen,
and how I would feel when it did.
But I had never doubted
that it would happen.
From the first moment I held him,
and even before that
I knew
that he was different;
that he had special work to do.
He had confirmed it himself
when he was a boy,
in the Temple.
But as time went by
I couldn’t help but wonder
when…..

We were all having such
a good time.
Everyone was happy,
not a care in the world.
And then,
disaster.
The wine ran out
and I realised, in that moment,
how fickle our joy was,
and that the only one
who could do something about it was
Jesus,
my Jesus.
I didn’t know what he could do,
or how he could do it,
but I knew
that he could make a difference.
So I told him the problem
and left it to him.
He asked me why I had
involved him.
I don’t know why.
It just seemed
the obvious solution.
And I was right.

The new wine tasted
so good,
so sweet.
The party carried on with
new life.
But in that instant,
as I drank,
I knew.
My Jesus was no longer
mine alone.
He had begun
what he had come to do.
And, just for a second,
a stab of pain
pierced my heart.


© Kathleen Wilks