Monday

I tell you I met Jesus...in Walmarts parking lot. I hope that you believe me, though I understand if you do not. He walked right up to me as I placed my bags inside my car. He appeared from out of nowhere, he showed his many scars. Tattooed and very dirty..at first I was kind of scared, and he looked into my eyes.I was not prepared. I know that it was Jesus, that Monday afternoon. Carrying a message, from far beyond the moon. Appearing very briefly, to make the message clear. Delivering the news and then to disappear. I told all those who know me, Ive got words from up above. Like a song so soft and sweet, a song of faith and love. Now some have called me crazy, they think it was a dream. Some think it can't be true, some homeless man, it seems. But I , I know the truth. I know that it was real. So happy that he found me, to help my soul to heal. I tell you I hugged Jesus, on Monday now thats past. He pulled me close and said " this visit is my last" "For you my boy are living, a life that I have planned" "Your faithful and your true, You should now understand" I squeezed him tight, my arms around his back. I hugged this dirty stranger, and got the hope I lacked RJM 2015