Sacred Sunday: i found Jesus

Brian Miller of WaystationOne has agreed, once again, to host a Sacred Sunday post. For more of his work please be sure to visit his blog HERE. Thank you, Brian, for another outstanding contribution. i met Jesus in a monastery in the mountains, across the river from pittsburgh. He was bronze, in the foyer and when the sun shone just right through the doors, His glory would be blinding. if you were looking. in the stairwell he stood, in monk garb, finger raised as if he had some wisdom to impart. one for the road, if you were heading out. down the hall, on the way to the dorms, he hung on a black cross his feet resting on a bleached, macabre skull. rather gothic if you ask me. outside the window of my room, on the brick wall, He was painted in brilliant color, radiance pouring off his head like feathers on a native american indian. at night, i would stroll the grounds, in the garden by where He stood encased in concrete, and watch the hookers ply their trade on the corner. i imagined Him sitting on the park bench, litter fluttering in the breeze created by cars driving by, talking with them, instead of being safe behind the wrought iron fence that kept them out. His hands a lot dirtier than these pristine portrayals. i found Jesus on a mountain in pittsburgh. He is alive and well, and wants to know if you will come out and play.

Sacred Sunday: Brian Miller

fierce & furious



between us
there is a
quiet intensity
that trancends
words we speak or
comforting caresses,
like a hurricane
stripping away all excess,
your love does not
go quietly
into the night.
it is real
it is painful
at times
and
i cry out
on my knees
or fall on my face.
do not let me forget your
fierce, soothing,
jealous, stretching,
undying
love.
amen.

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Today's guest blogger was Brian Miller of WaystationOne.

He is a prolific writer and poet.

If you liked what you read here,

be sure to comment over on his blog.

Thank you Brian, for being my guest today.