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- January 2013
By Sally Hanan
my sweet, beautiful Jesus,
is standing in front of me.
All I can do is fall to the floor and weep.
His brightness like white sunlight
His bliss like ten million laughing babies
His presence …
My heart is already in smithereens.
I hear him.
That one thing, that one declaration:
I hear it with my humanity, my spirit, my emotions, my awareness, my soul.
Surge after upsurge after groundswell
of cascading vibrations of love repeat one word.
Echo after reverberation after resonance
fill me with one cavernous, love-filled utterance.
Over and over and over,
bursting and exploding and shooting and firing inside me,
around me, over me, under me;
heavenly and bottomless and expansive and internal love
binding me with him and to him and in him with that one word.
He knows …
He knows ….
He knows my name.
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SALLY HANAN is an Irish import who spends her days strategizing, laughing, and being a general busybody. She currently switches roles as an editor, counselor and life coach between her two businesses: http://inksnatcher.com and http://morethanbreathing.com You can read more by Sally at FaithWriters.