I ran into him on the street.
He was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt and sandals.
He spoke like he had lived a hundred lives.
His eyes held my gaze
and they said one thing to me,
he was genuinely interested in every word I spoke to him.
He was with me,
present in the moment.
I asked him to help me.
He said he already was,
And that he always had been.
He listened intently.
He spoke calmly and with compassion.
I told him about my struggles.
I told him I had a tough time with money.
I told him I had a tough time with relationships.
He told me not to worry too much about the money,
but the relationship thing,
he told me to work on that.
He said that I have to love myself
before I can love anyone else.
He told me that that I was genuine
and so was my love.
He said that I was not made to fake it.
So i should be patient,
not force it,
and some day,
He smiled and said all the waiting will be worth it.
I told him about the problems of the world.
That it was a fucked-up place.
He asked me what I was doing to make it better.
I told him that I didn't see the point.
He said that I need to try,
and that I could make a much bigger impact than I thought
one man can save the world.
He said he knew this to be true,
he had already done it.
I asked him that if he had already saved the world,
then why did I have to try to save it again?
He said the world will always need saving.
It’ll always be worth trying.
So i thanked Street Jesus
and went about my day;
wondering if I really could do something
to move the needle