Jesus and His Entourage
I saw Jesus the other night
And stood over him until
The earth changed color
And the leaves turned brown
I left that evening and returned
To the night where the songbirds
Sing songs they could not
Sing the day before.
I was told nothing dies
In the universe
That has a purpose
And you can never kill it
Words shot
Through me like a
Remorseful fallen angel
And my heart grew heavy
Images of songs and
The open road
Came to my mind
And I wanted to be free
I ran to the park
And jumped high,
I called my friend
To see if he was okay
My spirit was alive and
My mind raced
Like the wind
Of a moody demon
A woman bobbed
In the water
And said my name
Over and over
She was not real
But her friend was
I thought of what I need
And what I want
Like a mother who has
Her own life to live
And a lost love that
You still dream about
I believe that Jesus
Would have said
Live your life
Like the dream that it is
Jesus and his entourage
Came into city hall and
Took a number.
They sat down like everyone else
Copyright © Todd Borstad | Year Posted 2013
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