I am not opposed to shaving my beard
or cutting my hair
based on any religious considerations
It's more a matter of personal preference
Threads of whiteish gray striations are invading
and I have no way to defend against them
I am content to let them colonize
a territory that will fall to them
regardless of any defensive tactics
On a recent faceless night
I was at the liquor by house and
as I was walking in two young men
walked past me very much looking like stoners
One said to me "What's up, Jesus?"
I stopped, raised my right hand
and said "Blessings, my Son"
We walked away from one another
Into an evening of blurred memories
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