A Rendering

A man approached the Master,
mind sincere, heart confused.
He wanted to serve no other.

“Should we pay the temple tax?”
the disciple asked the teacher.
A reply to the query came slow,

after time taken to ponder.
“Go to the sea and find a fish.
Its mouth will hold your answer.”

The disciple went to the sea as told.
He came there upon a flounder;
in its jaws lodged a surgical mask.

“Taxes be one thing—masks another,”
muttered the disgruntled man,
and left to find a different preacher.

About Greg Wright

I have worn many hats as a writer and editor over the years. Unlike my scholarly and journalistic work from the "old days" at Hollywood Jesus, Past the Popcorn, or SeaTac Blog, the writing here is of a more overtly personal and spiritual nature. I hope it provokes you as much as it provokes me.
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