this day traversing

maybe it comes from having people praying
unceasingly in the garage in your back yard
this shalom that wraps itself around the house
like a thick blanket on a cold winter day
(of course, the cold winter day is not merely metaphor, but actuality)
most of today i sat on that one chair
the stuttery-rocker one from ikea
with my blanket over my legs and
my bible books journal pen in my lap
and i was sunk-down and present and tender
and for moments of this sitting time
there were others there
(at one point all five of the housemates; rare)
and other times people passing through
to and from their prayer slots out back
and there was luis here and for him i had
a word from thomas merton about hermits
which led to some repentance (who would have thought?)
chip and i went out for thai and dove into
one of those gloriously healing brother-sister
conversations that he and i sometimes have
that remind me of how ironic God is by
who He puts in our paths to heal us
then jenn came by with her lovely journal
and from it she read some words that
God had given to her that morning for me
and which were perfect in love
and today i felt alive strong free clear
(like horses and the color green)
chelsea and michael and i had ginger-lemon-honey tea
in tiny mugs with the gluten-free cookies
michael baked because i guess he loves me
before we went into the garage at 8 pm where
i was seeing visions fresh of where i'm positioned
in relation to jesus and to others so that it set things straight in me
and then one friend brought a long-held secret
out into the light and she humbled herself and asked for help
and i know that she will be healed
so now i'm going to sleep with
a peace in my spirit that has deepened as the day's gone by
and i say thank you, Jesus, you're my Love