The Breath of Big Floyd

Jesus showed up in a room, 
packed to the corners with fear. 
He tried to write a check, or cash it,
to pay them... for only God knows what. 
But in fear they claimed forgery,  
“It can’t be Him.
Jesus doesn’t look like that.”
He tried to tell them,
while wounded,
He came bearing a gift.  
And all He had to do was breathe...
on them. To exhale. 
They kneeled on His neck instead. 
Jesus couldn’t breathe.  
Jesus told them, “I can’t breathe.”

And they are still crammed in a room. 
Afraid. 
Kneeling on His neck. 
No breath. No gift.