It is 6:14 PM on Monday,
I'm worn out.
Wonder if I should have been a monk?
The fan in my room hums.
I sit at my desk and almost pray.
But nothing I say is what I think.
I hear a small voice.
Jesus commanded us.
"Eat my body, drink my blood"
It made them so mad they left.
Read what happened in John 6:66 after he said it.
Hey, hold on there sinner.
"Excuse me while I kiss the sky"--JH
White wine and water.
I'm sitting here filled with numb.
Confucius say something.
Pilate asked what truth is.
Jesus called himself the truth.
If he was not, then he was fucking crazy.
I try to do my job.
So do you.
And the voice I hear,
You hear it too.
Once, today, I looked into a mirror.
I don't know who it was.
I washed my face with cold water.
Wait, hold on there sinner.