ESAU and JACOB

When I was a young man seen at fourteen with my good brother, Jacob, people excused me because it is known Jacob was book
learned and I was a wanderer.

When weeks at a time bees would hover at our hives, I took care of licking honey, making honey, looking mad because Jacob looked like every bit of it was his.

Soon we became a legend due to Jerusalem’s omnipresence living at Christ’s time. He (Jacob) was deaf for a long time but he doesn’t believe in foolish doings of power of the universe. Soon Christ’s teachings were realized, most of all to Israelites. Saving helpless would-be peasants from disease, making miracles from no other source of help.

Christ became Petra’s only “promised land” now. And then Jacob would make fun of good doings and never believe who at all could do miracles.

Now I have realized he (Christ) wasn’t just man, because he chose a way of life no other man could live. Roman people were making fun at Christ, wondering if you and Jacob and everyone else in the world were miracle makers, too. But we weren’t.

Going back, at least doing myself a favor, I left Jerusalem for Ma’an in Jordan, and found a beautiful life. Wilderness was what water and hunting were all about.

Before attacking “Yehweh”, I left for good and died attacking idiots who not only disbelieved Christ, but disbelieved a man who never did harm.

So is the story of Esau and Jacob. Belief is always beautiful, but seeing truth in writing is beautiful to one who disbelieves God.

( written 1982 )