ISSA D.N.A. JESUS
Mother and father born beside a warm barn bed,
A shepherd nearby, Wise Men kings in silk threads.
Fair was the quiet lad with reddish-brown hair,
Jesus, a Jewish child, kings feared harm and despair.
Newborn sons were hunted—King’s in the shadow cast,
Through Egypt’s ancient silence, exile sheltered fast.
A carpenter by trade, yet heaven’s word he showed,
Across the Silk Road’s burning spine with merchant trains he strode
Damascus on the road, a journey farther east,
Baghdad rose before him, hearts bowed in misted peace.
Hindu yogis spoke of Issa, Buddhist art so bright,
Highs and lows of Himalayan, Rods into the robe white .
A long journey homeward, west to Palestine’s sands,
Jesus taught disciples wisdom in his lands.
Preachers trembled, temple walls echoed his name,
Kings gave orders, fearing his rising flame.
Arrested beneath dark skies, nailed upon the cross,
Trial and crucifixion, vengeance at all cost.
Joseph of Arimathea brought oils to cleanse,
Three days he was risen—death could not hence..
Jesus lived again; Thomas touched and knew,
Apostles led by heaven, believers growing true.
He said, “Go forth, make disciples of every nation,”
Mary and apostles east by Himalayan tread.
Mary journeyed east to Murree, MARY, in grace,
Her tomb in Pakistan stands, Mary mother resting place.
Shaham, Shaham from Himalayas, Muslim Kings wandering home.
Marion, Marion a wife, Issa meals as Issa walked alone
A fair-skinned holy, Issa walked as a pious bloom.
Are ninety years with as fill death and tomb.
Roza Bal, Roza Bal at Srinagar, Issa are tomb faith has stood.
Feet nailed to timbered wood lie carved in stone.
Jesus Christ upon the tomb—crucifixion, yet he bloomed.
D. N. A. D. N. A. where silence loomed
America and India, histories transcribed,
Issa a souling has giving, beyond the cross described.
“This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased.”
