Him

A bit of poetry from my days at WCC (senior college days for moi):

Him

Tonight alone
we walked
we talked
we read poetry
beautiful poetry
inspired poetry
rather he read poetry
poetry I found beautiful
I saw it tonight
I saw Him...
It's happened before
and I thought never again...
but I saw Him...
In his walk, his talk,
his writing and his smile
tonight it was made known
I have seen Him
Not only in the Heavens above,
here on earth...in the flesh
only not in Jesus form
In the form of another...
another mere man.
as stated by His word,
the lesser here on earth
shall become greater in His World
the very World of Heaven
I reach out to him
he extends a loving hand
an arm to embrace me
now I feel safe
all warm and havened.
his fine golden locks
his triumphant muscular legs,
his accomplished freckled knees,
his chandiler crystal blue eyes,
his oddly freckled nose,
his unkempt yet unmatchable feet,
I love him and yet
I turn and walk away...
A memory is all he is now
All he will remain in mind--
I often see Our Father in Him
He's walked so far
He's trudged endlessly
through the swamps
depthless pits of agony
His knees are bleeding
His arms are tiring
His legs I'm sure they ache
His feet are wearing thin
and yet I see Him,
every single day,
and we walk,
and we talk,
and he reaches out
an arm to embrace me
and talking to him
it's like poetry...
the unwritten word
Him