Sunday, April 16, 2017

A stranger

After John 1:9-18

I saw him first
walking down the main street
of town, a stranger at high noon,
not seen before so no one
recognized him and yet
he knew the town
the streets the houses
the buildings, smiling
in his recognition.
He knew each of us by name,
by position or its absence
by reputation or renown,
He knew us all.
He knew us so well
in fact our first response
was fear, then fear and
discomfort that came before
the rest, doors slammed,
faces averted, backs turned,
and he smiled as if
reality met expectation.

Photograph by Richard Revel via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

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