Jesus Left His Beer Bottle on the Church’s Front Yard

I got to work this morning,
And saw someone had already called,
Not with a voice recording,
They’d dropped in the night before,
I bet they thought I’d be appalled,
Rolling and rocking in the January wind,
A single bottle came to be stalled,
Was this a glass blown sign of someone’s sin,
Visual proof of where their feet sprawled,
Unable to walk,
Unwilling to crawl,
Maybe it was Jesus,
One beer on a cold night,
Looking for a place to sleep,
A homeless man as Jesus,
Sounds about right.

–Richard Bryant