“TRY JESUS!” is what it read,
white block letters on a cozy black T,
Suppose I took him up on the offer, I thought,
What would that entail?
A trip to a big church like a castle in the sky,
Or an on my knees confession of sanctus ceremony,
A monetary gift of superior denomination?
“TRY JESUS!” is what it read, white block letters on a silky black T,
What would happen if I asked him what his shirt means as a point of conversation
I wondered from my econ-aisle seat in 30C:
Had he tried Jesus too?
And done-did all that would entail?
With a Big, Bold & Brassy “I will! I Do!”
Or was he like someone with a brand you love but will never ever afford to own,
Having only the means to wear it sported across the chest,
Was he like one of Us headed straight to Hell
with all the rest?
Handcrafted poetry by John M. Hines, June, 2017 in transit to the University of Iowa Summer Writing Festival, Iowa City, IA.