Jesus Gonna Be Here Today

Silas straightened his cap. He didn't know if it was Him , or just a traveler looking for the way home. But as the music from the radio swelled, filling the empty fields with a gravelly promise, Silas smiled. He wasn't in a hurry. He had his bags packed in his heart, and he knew that when the guest finally arrived, he wouldn't need to say a word.

The gravel crunched under the tires of the old Ford as Silas pulled onto the shoulder of Highway 61. He didn’t stop because of a breakdown; he stopped because the sky looked like a bruised plum, and the air felt heavy with a secret. Jesus Gonna Be Here

He leaned against the warm metal of the hood and lit a cigarette. "Any time now," he whispered to the crickets. Silas straightened his cap