I was sitting here reading Rumi, and came to the end of a poem. Flipping the book closed and marking the page with my hand. I stroked the cover of the book fondly.
I looked out among the humanity before me- clearly defined as “the public pool”
And my thoughts wandered-
I came to in the middle of a question I was asking out loud in my mind- “how do I know Jesus was even real?”
And then I opened the book.
Chapter 19~Jesus poems:
The population of the world.