He knows and gets it.
Jesus’ hand pressed on my chest.
I woke and made eye contact.
Sweat saturated my neck and shoulders.
He performed CPR.
The breath of life at all angles.
“Listen, are you listening?”
“You aren’t dying.
Your heart is strong.
This deep press on your heart
is waiting for a response.
I am acquainted with grief.
I am a man of sorrows.”
I could feel heat in my eyes.
I blinked tears that burned down.
“Things do get complicated
and the sorting out and attempts
of nailing those things down wearies you.”
I looked away.
“They tried to nail me down too.
I was too complicated.
I still Am to many.
Even you try to secure Me with nails.”
“Yes, even now you try to manage Me.
You aren’t the only one.
But you are the one I am talking to…
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