Jesus Cares
I just got a message on my machine
“This is Jesus if you know what I mean?”
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you. You see I got a whole list of
people and your number just came up, so if you could call me back
I’ll be here till 7:00 PM. If you can’t make that I’ll have to check my calendar and get back to you. Hope you can make it… God Bless.”
Well I didn’t know what to do. Jesus don’t call every day out here n Van Horn, Texas.
It takes a long ride from nowhere to get here. I’m surprise he even got over the telephone lines. But hell he is Jesus.
So I’m thinking about waiting around and calling him to see what he has to say. I got nothing better to do on a Tuesday night but watch Wheel of Fortune and take the suckers punch. So around 6:30 PM I call him up.
Wrong number, then the phone is busy. Does Jesus really want to talk to me?
Ok maybe I didn’t try hard enough.
I could have gone to the mountain or burned a bush or done something religious like buy a cross or something.
But hell I thought he cared about me.
Kinda like my dogs do.
Copyright © Stephen Kilmer | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment