Flush

Sitting, thinking, stuck, saying repeatedly to myself... "I've got to go, I've got to go, I've got to go" As I sit and stare at the four-by-four ceramic tiles, They look back at me with many faces. It's amazing where my mind has taken me. Those faces in those tiles, I see a woman holding a child. As I continue to sit and wait and wait...and wait. And continue to wait, I keep repeating to myself... "I've got to go; I've got to go" Then, I see on another tile what appears to have a horse on it. It could be a cow, no it's got a horn, it's a unicorn...that's it! On the upper right-hand corner of that tile, I see something round. Could it be the moon I ask myself, maybe a shaded sun perhaps. To the left and three tiles down is a man with a long hair. Who is it, is that Moses...hmm maybe! Wait- No that's Christ, that's Jesus...yes that's him, it has to be. And why is it he, why am I so convinced that the lord came to me in such an unusual fashion, and at such a much-needed time. Well, because I realized that I really didn't need to repeat to myself again... those frustrating words... "I've got to go; I've got to go" Nor would I have to stare at those tiles much longer. Thank you, Lord, thank you Jesus... I went