The Second Toast!

It was our wedding that day,
The day much yearned for,
The wait was long and tough,
Trust me, moments would grow into eons!
But it was sweetness beyond compare
As the longing was mutual!

Finally, came the day worth our wait,
When our lives would be knotted together!
Relatives and friends thronged our house,
There was jubilee in the air!
Some special friends came too,
And one was Jesus, the Nazarene!

My eyes scanned the vicinity,
To steal a glimpse of my man,
That’s when I caught a streak of panic,
On my father’s pensive face…
And, in a loud whisper, someone alarmed,
“Oh! We ran out of the wine!!!”

Soon, there was chaos unprecedented…
Servants rushed in fretful desperation…
My brother struggled to humor the guests,
As his lips quivered in a nervous smile…
I noticed Mary running to her son,
“How would he help?” I mused in bleakness.

They were filling the jars with water,
I awaited the shame that was yet to strike,
“Are we serving water for wine?”
My heart cried out in silent anguish…
‘Serve it here’ and ‘There too’- distant voices clamored,
Unaware of the empty jars, once full with fine wine!

The jars of water were ready,
And Jesus ordered them to be served,
I shut my eyes refusing to witness,
The disgrace that shadowed my Big Day!
Then, I heard the clatter of a second toast,
“You spared the finest for the last!”

This is the tale of my wedding,
I tell my children and grandchildren,
And oft my li’l ones wonder,
“What did Jesus do to the water?”
“Well, when the Creator looked, the water blushed,
And turned into wine!” I’d remark with a smile.

That was just the beginning of the legend
Of the Miracle Man, who turned my shame to fame!
They killed him, but His miracle sustained,
He rose again on the Third day!
I pressed against the crowd to see Him rise to Heaven;
He looked…and I blushed…“Rabbi, I’d turn into what You want me to be!”