Three strange days

There were three strange days
a long time ago,
when I left my life
one step at a time,
hand to hand.
First I touched the people
like me.
They gave me confidence
and hope.
They pointed the way
to angels
who held me
and reassured me.
They blessed me.
They sent me along my way.
I saw miracles,
one at a time
and I cried at each.
When so many miracles
made me question my sanity,
I met Jesus
in a bathroom
with the shower on.
He gave me a Kool
and told me I was ok.
I left my life,
homeless,
with a purpose.
I found the people
like me
and helped them.
I walked
from Austin
to San Antonio
and met angels
along the way.
My purpose
became simpler.
Live another life
they told me.
And Jesus would be proud.
I have lived a different life
every day I have lived.