JESUS HANGING ON THE WALL
I look at Jesus hanging on the wall
and I see you.
I see you in your physicality;
long, lean with arms reaching out
to touch,
to feel,
to blend,
to be your most true self.
Eyes that will not look away,
will not deceive,
will not allow the lie
to pass the lips that mine receive.
I meet you in your intellectuality;
ideas,
words that search, define, correct, begin again.
Thoughts
allowed to be just what they are,
released to view, consider, wonder at
and thereby learn.
Complex, convoluted,
broken down to simplistic essence,
hard to grasp
but free to be free.
I meet you in your emotionality;
warm, tender, caring,
loving touched with fear that is not feared.
I am not afraid to meet you
in your place of fear.
Past, present, future;
capture the moment,
now is here.
I meet you in your sexuality;
allowing what is to be what it is.
Feeling your skin,
sharing naked feelings,
touched by your touch,
touching you, touching me,
we are one.
A place to grow, to share, to learn,
to be my vulnerable self
in sacred safety.
I meet you in your spirituality;
light,
searching, growing,
being who we truly are
one moment at a time.
I look at Jesus hanging on the wall
and I see you.
The torment, the bliss, the journey,
the divine, the humanity,
the resurrection of the purest love
once thought to be lost
but ever present through it all
to be yourself;
those many selves scattered but never far
waiting in the silence
to be who they are;
the totality of all that is you
as it is me
as it is Jesus
and we are hanging on the wall
as others see us but we will not be contained
nor will we ever accept
the frame that tries to hold us in.
We will always step beyond
that which we need to know.
The journey is endless,
the journey is all
and we can't hang it on the wall.
I hear you.
I feel you.
I see you.
I am you.
