dream

I was walking to go hop on a yellow train.He started walking next to me.

He was a sweet, unassuming, wise chimney sweep. He wore a leather cap and a neck kerchief. He had ash covered hands. 

He walked and talked with me. I asked him about his profession. He said he didn’t really have to do the work, he just really enjoyed sweeping people’s chimneys.

I started explaining my preoccupation with all my problems and he suggested to me that I was living too much in sin consciousness, that maybe I was trying too hard to earn my own righteousness.

When I woke up I knew He hadn't been a normal chimney sweep. I remember His eyes. They were brown. They were a little bit bloodshot. They had seen sorrows; they were aware. They had seen people. They saw me.