Rebirth, 1993

In front of Salvador Dali's "The Sacrament of the Last Supper," National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C., 1993
In front of Salvador Dali’s “The Sacrament of the Last Supper,” National Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C., 1993

For the past three years
we’ve spent Sunday nights in front of the TV
listening to Dr. Stanley preach.
At the end he always asks
if you want to put your trust in Jesus.
Once when I went to Grandma’s church
the preacher gave the altar call
and I watched as one man went forward
and kneeled with his head in his hands.
The preacher blessed him
and declared him a new man.
Yesterday I dwelt inside my pain
while I munched mountains of cereal and watched MTV.
A new R.E.M. video played, with hundreds of cars
standing still in an interstate traffic jam
and the sad, lonely thoughts of all the people
flashed on the screen while the song played.
The band members got out of their car
and walked among the others, singing
“you’re not alone”
while heavy-hearted people left their cars
to follow the music.
Tears flowed down my face
as I felt lifted up from my loneliness
evidently shared by many others.
Tonight I went downstairs to be alone
and broke down as I knelt on the bathroom floor.
I whispered my failures
and frustrations to God
and asked for the soul healing
only he can provide.
Right then the Spirit rested on me
and I sensed a warm peace
as God’s love swept over me.
In that moment I rejoiced
knowing I was not alone.

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