a knock at the door

there's a knock at
the door.
it's late, it's dark,
it's a loud
rap
of knuckles, then
the metal banger, again
and again.
I cautiously go to the door
and look out the peep
hole.
it's no one that I know,
I put the chain
on the door,
and carefully open it
just enough to look
outside.
it's a man in a white
shirt and a black
tie.
he wants to know if I've
met
Jesus.
he slides a me a religious
tract
between the door.
I tell him, I haven't
physically met him,
it's not like he's
showed up
for a cup of coffee or
anything, but
we've had some very long
talks lately.
it's mostly me doing the talking,
I tell him,
he's very quiet, but
occasionally He does
have a way
of getting my attention,
and telling
me some very important
stuff
which affects my life in
a positive way. so to
answer your question, yes,
I have met him.