By Bill Richer
I saw a man in a long robe walking about.
He spoke of truth with no expression of doubt.
Many ignored Him and called Him fool.
For they did not know Him or His golden rule.
Then, I cautiously approached Him with a shameful look,
As I told Him I did not always go by His book.
He then called me friend and said not to be afraid.
For all your dues have now been paid.
I welcomed Him to dine and share my home.
He accepted, ate and went back on His roam.
Suddenly, as I awoke from my sleeping state,
I thanked God for the feast we ate.
©Copyright Poems, William J. Richer