Jesus Cinquains

How far
to Bethlehem?
Not very far. People
will help you find your way. Follow
the star!

OK,
Jesus is the
world savior, born in a
cave—God hologram floating to
the breast.

I see
Jesus on the
street corner, cardboard sign:
“Homeless. Cold. Hungry.” It isn’t
Jesus.

I see
a dog in the
alley, lame, whimpering,
howling, crying. Nope, not Jesus
either.

I come
to a saloon,
door barred against the cold—
abruptly opened, Jesus bounced
headlong.

This time
it really is
Jesus, body buckling,
sliding, teeth colliding with a
lamp post.

Any
desolation
counts as Jesus—homeless,
as we get up out of our graves
and walk.