Sheila Knowles


For The Man On The Box Outside My Local - Poem by Sheila Knowles

I came across a man
whose placid smile
unnerved me
he spoke of love regained
and life reborn
and as I watched his lips move
in rhythm with his
glazed expression
I questioned
the source of joy
his rantings spun

He tilted his head
and answered
he'd found Jesus
and the only thing
my muddled mind
could reply

I was unaware that he was lost

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  • (3/25/2006 4:21:00 PM)


    He is never lost we lose sight of him at times. Thus goes the saying I found Jesus. Some elated over the new found peace that is placed inside of us. Much like returning home after being gone for a long time. You captured this from a different stand point. Well done.

    Patricia Gale
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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 25, 2006



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