(photo by Taber Andrew Bain)
Jesus Man
holds
red sign
with white lettering
above his head,
it says,
JESUS!
He doesn’t
say
a word
Until today
with his fliers.
sign on the ground
I’d never seen it
out of his hands
jerking his
hand forward
machine-like
at each
commuter
trundling down
the ramp toward
subways 7, N, R, Q,
S, 1, 2, 3
“Jesus!” he said
that’s all,
“Jesus”
I shook
my head no
when he
thrust it at me
was I
shirking off
The Lord?
my final hope,
perhaps, my only
salvation?
So many fliers
cast off on
the dirty ramp
so many feet
on it
each day
Is Jesus
in that piece
of paper
in that red sign,
in that man’s hands?
If Jesus is love
he is
everywhere
Suburban Hobo 
‘…wouldn’t concern myself with, “Jesus” , the man, the myth, the sign, or the fliers….
-but would readily embrace the ‘Love’ whenever/where ever it is encountered.
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Yes, embrace the love, TC. That’s the way to go.
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I liked your ending that Jesus is everywhere—not on a red-letter sign but in people’s hearts if Jesus truly is love. Good poem. I could picture the entire thing in my mind!
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Thank you.
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Love…this. 😀
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Thanks, Matt.
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Jesus usually saves, but this time he wasn’t saving any trees.Love, love, love…can be found anywhere and everywhere…even with a delusional New Yorker preaching in the subway. Love!!!
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🙂
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