Jesus winked 

The dark street was like a black thread 
through black pants in a dark room. 
It was dark. 
No streetlights, and it began to rain. 

But up ahead was a yellow light 
in the rain and fog, 
floating fuzzy and warm

like an electric blanket in the air. 

When I got there, the light was a sign, 

in front of a church, it said

OUR SIN IS GREAT

Come Worship tonite

Slamming on the brakes in the rain 
the car skidded so I was like Jesus 

walking on water, but I got inside;

I couldn’t wait!