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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
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2025
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