What Would Jeebus Do?

Years back,
in a peccadillo
of whimsey,
I asked my
nephew, Mark,
to wield his
Needle of Beauty
and scribe
“What Would
Jeebus Do”
on the canvas of
my forearm.

I meant no
disrespect
to the One
who thought
a grand debut
would be to
get this party
started
with some
Water Into Wine.

So, when I
wondered,
this morning,
if I had overstepped
my bounds,

I swear
I heard Him say,

“Oh, c’mon Steve!
You know
how much
I love
a little joke
between
friends.”