I saw you Jesus. You were in the back row, with your sad eyes and your 2 boys who wouldn't sit still. Dad was home, asleep on the couch.
I saw you. You were in the corner of the conference room hall. You were praying that someone might save a spot for you at the table. You were in the diaper aisles, Jesus, with twenty items on your grocery list but only enough money to pay for twelve.
I saw you, Jesus- but sometimes? I walk right past you. You are the scruffy bearded guy with the cardboard sign on the street corner. You are the overworked executive who hasn't seen his family in over a week. You live in Haiti, and you live down the street. I have your unanswered email in my inbox.
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