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Jesus comes into my life now and then.
He takes something when he does -
And he leaves
Something too... memories:
Hands held in the pews,
“Peace be with you”
To a stranger.
Jesus creature: I love you, I hate you.
​I love you for the sweet moments with my dad,
Standing beside him,
Watching you rise again and again, every Sunday.
I hate you for the bread you became,
Dry in my mouth, never to be chewed.
I was terrified of what would happen if I bit into you.
Then, walking back to the pew, I’d swallow and sense
A gleam of bright light above
On the church's stained glass,
And I’d marvel at the oranges and blues,
Wondering at how men
Could make colors so true,
And warm, and wonderful.

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