I thought I saw Jesus
I was lost and broken
A helping hand was all I wanted
My heart yearned for warmth
A hand reached out
After I did much begging
After I asked
Asked and asked
My brother had help…
My sister had help…
My best friend had help…
But no one seemed to care when I said I was hurting
Then finally hope beyond hope
A hand reached out
S* G* reached out to me
We sat down
And she listened
She listened to me
And she seemed to care
Wonder beyond wonders
I was not alone!
This must be Jesus I thought
This must be the one who loves me
And then I went to college
And a lot of bad things happened
And I moved out of my moms house
And in with my best friend
I was on birth control
And the moment she found out
Things changed
Jesus seemed to leave
She ran and told everyone who knew me
Told them that I do not know Jesus
Told them I did not love him
Because I was living with my best friend
Therefore I could not love Jesus
And it hurt
Years later I thought I saw Jesus again
The one who said he would walk me down the isle
The one who saw my parents break up
My father threw his addiction
He had a love for me
And I had a love for him
He took me under his wing
He protected me
We would fight like father and daughter
And he would hug me and tell me he was proud of me
I thought, surely, this must be Jesus
Surely this must mean I am not alone
I have found family and love in the church of Christ
But he slept with a woman who was not his wife
And when he broke up with her
He cut me off as well
Even though I had not even known they were together but for a week
He told me not to let him go
He placed the burden of his life upon me
And I thought I could help
So I did a hard thing and went to him
I wanted so badly for him to leave with me that day
But he stayed
What is love
What is Jesus
The church always told me
That if Jesus was in me than everyone would know by my actions
But the church has only shown me
That Jesus is not around
Just honest raw truth that I can’t tell anyone but this poetry website where I first started writing. I found this website as a depressed teen, I have always come back in my hour of reflection, as I have gotten older and life has become busier I find that my priorities have shifted, poetry and Jesus are not high up there, much more important things press on my mind, it’s in the wee hours of the morning that I remember Jesus and poetry will always be there even if I am only a poet in my own fantasy