Poetry

Where Yeshua Isn’t

She walks
   and walks
while the
   well-to-do
talk and rock
   and flock to
all the places where
   Yeshua isn’t.

Where’s Yeshua?
   Are you sure you
want to know?

The next person you
meet
   is Yeshua,
no matter how
   rich, how famous, how dirty,
how sick, how incoherent,
how unfortunate-seeming,
   how unlike your custom.

That’s Yeshua.

There are no walls
   with Him—
no doorways,
   no barred rooms,
no barriers at all—

just love—
all of it.

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