i’m serious…

Jesus came back yesterday.
No, not the second coming,
more of a ‘just a little while
and then I’ve got to run.’
Guess what? He didn’t have Caviezel’s nose
or a younger Schwarzenegger’s forearms
or Henri Nouwen’s puppy-dog eyes
or Driscoll’s rave and cant.
I’m serious. You may not believe this but
he prefers Claret for communion (big surprise),
sports a Greek fishing hat exclusively (did not see that one coming),
has memorized Bukowski’s poems, all of them (really?),
and maintains a weakness
for Karen Carpenter (said she’s to die for).
Yeah, he was really chatty, just put it out there,
like he wanted me to know he was much more
than Sunday morning’s pastel anxieties.
And get this, he didn’t say anything
about hunger or next year’s election or twitter.
I’m serious. Finally the conversation dragged,
he glanced at his watch (older model Oris, nice)
and said ‘gotta run, pard.’
After he left (just took off jogging) I felt dizzy
to say the least, but strangely at ease.
He forgot his keys.
He’ll be back.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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3 Comments

  1. gretchen on July 11, 2011 at 2:37 pm

    Thanks. I needed that.

  2. Lynda Smith on July 11, 2011 at 3:13 pm

    You amaze me!

  3. Tim Bergren on July 14, 2011 at 2:18 am

    Laughtears…

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