A Couple of weeks ago I was standing in line at a local grocery store, when I ran into one of my neighbors, Jason. He was telling me how his mother had been in a coma for the last few days. He was telling me that all of his relatives had come into town and they were staying at his house. I asked him if it would be alright to pray for her healing and if I could ask for prayers for her and the family on my web site. He told me that he would love that. I did not have a piece of paper or a pen, so I told him I would walk down the street and get the information from him. When I went over to his house he and another relative were standing outside. I got the information I needed. At that moment I was being told through the spiritual network of angels that everything was going to be just fine. I relayed this to them. I even went so far to say, "It's a done deal!" (Putting all of my faith on the line.) You see, if for one instant I did not have the faith that what was being told to me, then why would these people beleive what I had told them. I went home and placed her name on my prayer list on my web site. The next afternoon I saw Jason and asked him how his Mama was. He told me that she had come out of her coma and uttered three sentences. "I am Thirsty. I want a soda water. I want a candy bar." They released her form the hospital and she is doing fine at home.
Poetry. Various urgent, lively, and sometimes haunting poems appear here alongside stark black and white photos of Jones' homeless subjects. Jones takes on the plight of the homeless in different voices, echoing the thoughts of people on the streets,