Untitled, by Shawna Holman

If I were to meet Jesus
Just walking along on the 
Sidewalks of downtown
Minding His own business
I'd let Him walk right by
Although I'm not quite sure why.

Maybe because I struggle 
with the idea of His existence
Maybe because I've reached
low places where some people
only have nightmares about
Maybe because I feel sorry 
for myself
(Don't we all need help?)

I mean, he's not a celebrity
He's not my mother or
my father
He's not taught me anything
I didn't already know
And what I didn't know
I didn't understand anyway
but that doesn't mean 
I'd push Him away

No, I'd treat him just
like regular old Joe
Who knows?
Perhaps this fictional
meeting already came to blows
With that guy I had coffee with
last week
I don't know...

© July 1995

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