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Jesus: My Friend

Jesus: My Friend

 

I once shared a room for a week with Jesus

He smoked Marlboros and enjoyed beef jerky

People called him Zach

But he was Jesus to me

He heard voices and paced the rug all day

He was hard on the rug

He was hard on me

When we smoked he would pace...

back and forth in the snow making a path,

telling me that he was jesus

and that I had an evil laugh

He once told a girl to stop farting in his pacing space

I thought that was the funniest thing I ever heard

There were times that Jesus made me nervous

He would get an evil look on his face

and then he would smile

and tell me the world was going to end

He talked alot about the world ending

and what needed to be saved

I was on top of that list

I told him I didn't need to be saved

and that I didn't believe in God

It hurt him to know I didn't believe in his father

He was an interesting character

He had a drug problem and was schizophrenic

I have a drug and alcohol problem and I'm crazy

Together, we could save the world

He was a conservative and I, a liberal

Our politics clashed

but we didn't clash

Jesus and i got along just fine

I would tell him he was a fool

for blaming the worlds ills on liberals

He would smile and tell me I was the devil

Together we would laugh

We disagreed on most everything

We disagreed with smiles

One day I left in an ambulance

Jesus paced in his usual spot in the day room

I could see him smiling

As if to say "I told you so"

As if to say "Everything will be okay"

After a few days I was released from the hospital

I often spent time wandering the streets

One day I met a man out for a stroll with a cigarette

It was Jesus

He looked so glad to see me

He said hello and called me Mike

I said Hi and called him Zach

We must have been using code names

His secret was not yet known

As I passed him we both turned around and smiled

We both knew things had changed

We knew we had to go our separate ways

We did, but halfway down the block I turned

to catch one more look at the son of God

I still think of Jesus on a regular basis

I should have had more time for him

But I have a feeling he's doing just fine

And I smile when I think about Jesus,

somewhere out there saving the world

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matthew-p-beron
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Published
Jun 11, 2014
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