Weighing the Evidence

Like the human configuration,
our nucleotides can be shy
and in our decomposition,

mere fragments
of our former selves remain

Science-tools enhance 20/20 vision
to identify Hellenic ny and kai
and other sequence missions;

sharp papyrologists 
wring-out academic brains

He’s P52 and I’m 7Q5,
ridiculed by biased eye.
So much flux when we were alive,

though we can see,
evidently, naught has changed

When I was stashed in that cave
James had newly died,
from Roman fire was I saved—

by Greek-stylus Messianics,
driven by Galilee-fame

My workmanship was Herodian;
till 50CE I was fly.
Documentaries on Nickelodeon?

Won’t link me with Mark 6
but clear as day, we’re the same

As for John, the Patmosdian
no one can deny  
he’s truer than a Gideon—

in his transcribe,
yet, his dating takes the strain

Where I tend to tersely mumble
John’s bit has more to say,
no need for falsely humble:

two sides of lines
in a clear Koine septain

Make’s some pens uncomfortable;
discourse of “doubt” turned prey
Cynics start to fumble,

as believers move to
validate their saviour’s name

Now witnesses nudge closer
to the timing of ‘The Way’
and join the warming cloister

of prior text-analysis;
brushed-off ‘Christian myth’ more “sane”

Kept intact by Holy Ghost,
appears the core of faith
in Jesus Christ as living host—

by a divine essence,
promised seed sprouts up again

And oh, how that spore was split!
like sweet barley rye
covered in our scourging spit,

still, silent
in the throngs of lonely pain

Treated like a draft skit,
rabbis tried to hide,
by puerile edit,

Isaiah’s Dead Sea prophecy
of  a holy lamb tree-slain

The whole of Israel nervous;
God’s love-act in the sky
and declared abroad by Kephas

confirming the truth;
every foreign tongue aflame

Of course there always was
early manuscript of Didache;
testified to a Lord who caused

the dead to rise…
refreshed by bountiful rain