J.M.J.
J.M.J.
A TEST OF TIME
AS I DROVE BY I SAW THIS MAN;
HIS SHAKING HAND HELD A TIN CAN.
HIS HAIR WAS LONG AND DISARRAYED;
HIS CLOTHES WERE TATTERED, TORN AND FRAYED.
I DID WHAT I HAVE NOT BEFORE;
I STOPPED MY CAR, OPENED THE DOOR.
I GAVE THIS MAN A DOLLAR BILL;
“BLESS YOU,” HE SAID; “YOU’VE DONE GOD’S WILL.”
HIS EYES THEY PENETRATED MINE,
AND THEN I LOST ALL SENSE OF TIME.
I FELT HIS PAIN; I WEPT HIS TEARS;
HE SUFFERED FOR TWO THOUSAND YEARS.
“THY WILL BE DONE”
2-3-1994