Hitch Hiking With Jesus (Passover-Easter) Poem by Chuy Amante

I hitch hiked with Him for 3 years.
We'd party hop at times.
He was always the LIFE of the party.
Often we moved swiftly lest we were chased off...
We didn't always have time to gather vessels
and fill them with water so Jesus
would just tell us to go get beer,
pure expediency.
what a lover He was,
whoooooa!
we hung with the rough people, they loved Him,
we dined well with the prostitutes.
Camping with the Essenes on the edge of town
was like entering a different realm.
They were good years,
no cares in the world,
we shared
we lived
and then was an apparent end -in sight only
slowed our hearts for a couple days,
then we saw The LIGHT!
there is no death,
me and Geez ahd His holy breath
of LIFE! ! ! Is eternal, timeless