Sightings
Jesus,
Someone said he saw you
On a dark and dirty street.
Said you were gently washing
An alcoholic’s feet.
They saw you in a nursing home
With those who need your care,
Caressing trembling, wrinkled hands,
Brushing tangled, snow-white hair.
You found the frightened runaway
Who bristled at your touch.
You didn’t offer her advice,
Instead you shared your lunch.
You were crouching in a doorway
Beside a homeless man.
You wrapped him in a blanket,
Spoon-fed him from a can.
You were spotted doing dishes
At a mission for the poor.
You slipped money to a blind man,
Helped a wino through the door.
They saw you at the ballpark.
You were cheering, standing tall
When the boy who had no dad
Tore the cover off the ball.
Someone saw you in the prison
With a man who killed his wife.
Your heads were bowed in prayer,
You spoke to him of Life.
Someone said he saw you,
And I believe it’s true.
What he saw was your Church at work,
Doing just what you would do.
© Sharon Cavers 2001
Garden Path Inspirations
.jpg)
No comments:
Post a Comment