If I Meet Jesus

If I Meet Jesus
© Surazeus
2025 11 16

If I meet Jesus strolling in the field, 
near fish lake formed by the electric dam, 
we could hang out under the apple tree 
and chat about the art of being a leader 
who nurtures skills of people in their care 
instead of exploiting people for wealth. 

When gang of immigration officers, 
wearing bullet-proof vests and black face masks, 
surround us with black trucks and flashing lights, 
and try to arrest him with assault rifles 
for living freely in America, 
Jesus flies to Heaven on angel wings. 

I find Jesus again several months later 
with his white van full of donated food 
for hundreds of homeless people with children 
who live under the highway overpass 
near the cathedral and the private bank, 
but speeds away just as police arrive. 

When I take my mom to the hospital 
after she is diagnosed with breast cancer, 
I meet Jesus again in sterile ward 
wearing white robe with red cross of compassion 
where he treats her with chemotherapy 
and sings soft psalms when she passes away. 

While covering the factory workers strike 
when they request a more fair living wage, 
I watch Jesus leading the union members 
as they negotiate with corporate owners 
to secure health benefits and insurance, 
eyes flashing with passion for justice done. 

Last year while visiting the large high school 
to teach class seniors about poetry, 
I notice Jesus wearing overalls 
as he cleans the bathrooms and mops the floors, 
and chats with students, sharing clever jokes, 
then gives money to poor students for lunch. 

Though I visit every church in the land 
filled with wealthy people in stylish clothes 
who sing hymns of praise to Jesus the Savior, 
I never see him at their podiums 
preaching sermons on national politics 
that favor conservative business ploys. 

If I meet Jesus striding down the street 
he always takes me to the homeless shelter 
where he assembles children in a room 
to teach reading, writing, and arithmetic, 
then helps their parents search for jobs to live, 
leaving Heaven empty on shifting clouds.