In my younger days
Jesus was a white man
with long brown hair and a beard
He cared for children
And protested against evil
He was perfect
I think i saw jesus once
In a dream of a memory of a vision
He had calloused skin on his hands
Golden brown like illumination
He was reaching for a coke bottle
On the bottom shelf of a gas station display freezer
I think he must have been tired
Because i could even see the dark circles under his eyes
Behind the wire framed glasses he wore
When he looked up at me
He gave me a weary smile and walked away to the register
Coke in hand
In the days of hardships
I called myself agnostic
Because god never cured my sorrows
And i was never blessed with heeded prayers
But maybe jesus got tired of being perfect
And left heaven to be someone inferior
Someone human
I can believe in that jesus
I read a poem that inspired this a while ago. I was a christian as a kid, not by choice of course but still. I think that going to church and being involved in that sort of thing gave me a lot of false hope and disappointment. These days i'd rather believe in something beautiful and inspiring, but not perfect.