Do I Know You?

Meeting someone for the first time-

Shake their hand, they look in my eyes.

Eyebrows wrinkle and their nose crinkles-

Have we met before?


Maybe not specifically me,

But you have met Jesus,

And I am his homie.

Sometimes I look like him,

Sometimes maybe not so much.

But he sent me.

I am sure of this.



For a




I fight with myself in extremes-
All or nothing,
In or out,
Good or bad,
Black or white,
Darkness or light.

In a black and white world,
I can never do enough,
I will never reach the top,
I am never enough.

I have to allow myself to live in the grey-

Grey is grace.