I didn’t go to church a lot as a child
but I remember one time
squirming in the pew,
looking back behind me
and a lady looked into my eyes and smiled.
I wondered why and turned around.
I had a loving family, but with five girls
in a small house and my dad not believing
in spanking but yelling, making eye contact
with a smile was rare.
It wasn’t until I was eighteen
I realized Jesus was like that lady.
He looks into your eyes and smiles.