God's Coattails (Draft Two)

God's Coattails

There long enough to vanish.Present long enough to miss.Never giving an encoreOr backstage for a #selfie or kiss.
Beautiful tune unnamableflung from a moonroof to the wind. Green flash on the water at sunrise.Moment of reason midst sin. 

God never waits around long enoughFor the recognition we forget to extend.We grab for the hem of his golden robediaphanous flutter at alley's end. 

If...

We catch his coat and spin him right 'rounda beggar we find in His holy threads.We turn away disappointed,a shadow descends on our heads.
Or...

We greet the beggar with a whole heart."Come with me to a shelter downtown."A whisky and mildew moment schizophrenic uncomely unsound. 
That beggar slams the car door on the coat,curses The Owner and blesses our aid.We reach the shelter as she spills out, a shine of gold on the floorboard remains.


What needs the beggar had might be succored. What wants we had went unfulfilled,yet the more our wants fit others' needsthe more we accomplish His will. 
Green flash on the horizon at sunrise.What thing in the world truly lasts?Not ours hands nor a gold-cloaked vagabond
who grimily shimmered across our path.

-Adam Holt

34 “Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, 36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’


37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? 38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? 39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’


40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’