A man was sitting on a sidewalk
cleaning his wound and dirtiness,
He looked up to see me, and I saw him
What are you doing?
I asked confused
An overgrowth scar was on his rib,
already healed but dirty
and he was cleaning it around,
He answered:
I am cleaning myself a little
with the few things I have
because I am poor I have to use little.
Ashamed of this he looked down,
but I took him up
You are not poor, I said
Let me give you.
I have to give you a part of myself
I recognized his eyes,
my LORD was there in those eyes
And I got emotionally overwhelmed
I have seen him before,
his hair was messy,
full of dust, his face was with blood
and looking down
But now his face is dusty.
He is cleaning himself,
healing over time and looking up
He is getting out
The only thing he wants
is being intimate
but something separate us from that
A voice said and reminded me:
He was 36 when crucified.
I thought he was 33?
I asked confused
No, the voiced replied
I found myself repeating a verse.
A verse he gifted to me
The more I look for you,
the more you show up to me.
We ran away together
and we are still running.
Intimate, we became one soul.
Glenda Soto-Gomez
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