Close to the Heart

I sometimes imagine

walking with Jesus

its difficult sometimes

to put myself in the picture

how would it have been

how would I have been

I think about those who met him

the eager ones, rushing toward him

wanting to establish

a place

right there

next to him!

at the right hand!

me

of those confrontive ones

who found he violated

all that the stood for

who hated who he was

and wanted to twist

his words

his teachings

to make him in their image

 

or destroy him

 

I think about those who lurked

around the edges of the crowd

almost daring

almost

to speak, to reach out

to look him in the eye

 

of those who quietly listened

 

but mostly I remember John

beloved

at that last meal

leaning back

melting into the

embrace of Christ

looking up

asking

questioning 

seeking

becoming one

 

melting

getting closer to the heart of Jesus

and coming closer

to his own heart

allowing Jesus heart to become

the heart of his heart