Finding Jesus
I found Jesus in a cereal box,
flakes tumbled inconsistently,
pauses between each one,
and in one such pause fell
Jesus.
Shrink-wrapped, sermonising,
gape-mouthed,
prayer-clasped hands,
head-cocked
and bright haloed.
Sadly, I traded him
for he had less hit points
than Pikachu.
When all you receive
are scraps from the
table of life,
finding Jesus is no big deal,
when more hit points
are your real salvation…
Amen.
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