a conversation

I once had a conversation with Jesus.

It was very long ago.

When my life was less than happy.

I had come out to the coast in Maine to repent.

The sky was a crisp blue

And the sea was crashing with intense passion on the rocks

I stood on the rocks as the ocean spray kiss my face.

My heart was heavy and my mind racing with endless thoughts.

I spoke out loud asking for Jesus’ forgiveness for my transgressions.

The wind blew

And the ocean crashed

I heard a voice in the wind.

My son, you do not need my forgiveness.

I said I worshiped him since I was a small child.

My son, I am not looking for your worship.

I have your love,

I have your desire to become a better man.

Standing at the edge on the ocean

I took in his words

My son, all I have ever wanted was for everyone to love each other.

When I see hatred being cast in my name I weep.

When I see those that profess to worship me pushing down others

Another wave crashed

Just love, you will be alright my son

You will be alright.                                                                                                          Don McCoy