#3

What is it you recognize?
The wide-mouthed smile?
The half-moon eyes?

I'm sure we've never met before
In this life
Or years ago.

Why do you feel
So comfortable?
So free to be
Yourself with me?

You know I can't look
In your soul.
I can't read your heart.

Why do you willingly
Share your story
To a stranger
Who looks like me?

My spirit is able
But why are you ready?

I'll listen,
But how do you know
You can trust me?

Maybe
The Christ in you
Recognizes
The Christ in me.

Maybe
You're smelling life
And you're glad.

Maybe
You're smelling death
And you're pissed.

Whatever the reason
I'll be here,
Friend.