Today I Saw Jesus

Today I saw Jesus.
He was walking up the hill, decked out in all white.
He was in a half-buttoned shirt, flowing gently in the wind, white-washed jeans and old trainers.
He had a halo of golden-brown hair, bright blue eyes, and he was walking on the thin sidewalk to the lamp I was stading and waiting for the green light.
I was mesmerized, and I knew he was going to come to me and talk to me.
He did walk in measured steps, stopped in front of me, and he talked to me.
He asked for a lighter.

Sadly I had none, so he left.


(Ok, comment for dummies: it was a joke. The bloke just looked like Jesus. No, I still do *NOT* believe in that stupid little religion. It was most probably a homeless guy.)