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Astray
Contributed by
butterat_zool
on
Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 05:46:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I found Jesus one Tuesday night,
sitting in the old Krispy Kreme
across the tracks from the school
that once taught only negroes.
I was just driving thru,
but I saw Him, in all His glory.
He must have been three-hundred pounds,
a workhorse, covered in calluses,
draped in beaten flannel,
hopelessly stirring His coffee
with an Original Glazed,
His dark hand turning
through pictures in His wallet,
crying with His entire body
a cry of profound sadness
as He kissed the face of a child
taken from under His protection,
never to return again.
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butterat_zool
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2005-02-02 17:46:57] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Astray
(User Rating: 1 ) by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 2nd February 2005 @ 06:01:31 PM AEST (User
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ive always loved your poetry and this is no exception, excellent and brilliant as always:) hugs n' love nessa
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