I Saw Jesus Today… He smelled of month old urine sat on a corner, crying from a beleaguered soul. He asked of me for 50 cents to get a meal and I looked ahead and walked by. He simply kept his seat. I Saw Jesus Today… Strolling the strip in pink hot pants and red stilettos seeking men for a paid, pimp thrill not really wanting to be where she was but seeing no way out as I purchased her. I Saw Jesus Today… Shouting to the tops of his voice trying to bring sinners and wayward saints home with an unintelligible messages but a 5 x 9 sign clearing warning men of hell and I kept my pace past Him. I saw Him again… Stumbling in a stupor, sad look upon His face trying to drown his past in this bottled darkness while His future slipped away in that bottle from the reality that He had done great wrongs and lost hope and only drunkenness could bring his stormy soul calm I just looked at Him. He showed up again… in the milk carton enamored faces of young missing babies and I sat to a breakfast of champions and didn’t whisper a word of prayer. I filled my gut in spite of Him. I Saw Jesus Today… as he strolled the highways stripped in black and white and bound in a life of crime behind bars doing time and I never took a minute to visit Him. I Saw Jesus Today… as I stood with hosts of heaven expecting my golden crown as I bowed down but he never saw me for I failed to really see Him.