Abide, Abide, Abide

I write too many research papers and that takes time

away from Jesus. So, what is it to carry divinity?

To walk on earth as the Messiah did, running hands

or dripping sweat,

seeped in devotionals of love,

over cheap wood and carpeting?

Imagine, someone sat on a stool made by

the son of God and I do not think it was

less holy than the rest of what He touched – the apostles,

the woman with the issue of blood,

the cross.