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 prayersΒ Β 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.