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 © | Year Posted 2013

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