Wwjd - Poem by Bill Grace
He would read the Psalms.
He would read the Prophets especially Isaiah.
He would keep God at the center of his life.
He would quietly and continuously heal.
He would be unobserved and unknown.
He would be beyond the marks of gender.
His sex would be an accident.
He would be a friend to Gandhi in his early London days or Mother Theresa before her BBC debut.
He might well be quietly living next door with ernormous spiritual store.
He could be a Democrat or a Republican, conservative or liberal.
In short we will have to know him to know what he will have us do.
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