Jesus has been hidden deep within me.  He has made His home in my heart - I understand what this means finally because I understand how this feels finally. 

He has chosen the paint colour for the walls on the underside of my skin, hung His curtains from the windows of my eyes and moved his bed into my veins.  His shoes lay by the door and His scent is down every hallway.  Dusting off the neglected shelves and picture frames of my mind, drawing down the cobwebs from each crevice.  He is freshening the linens and mopping the floor around my feet.  I see the flowers He tenderly planted so long ago finally blooming, orange, yellow, pink, in the window-boxes outside.  The once crippling threat of foreclosure dissolves more each time I stop to hear Him dance from room to room, basement to rooftop.  He has always been in here, dancing.  I can’t stop thinking of You when I lay down, I can’t stop seeing You when I walk down the street, I can’t stop remembering You - even when I forget to remember You, I can’t stop feeling you inside, I can’t stop finding these new love notes left on my mirror, in my coat pocket when Igo out. 

The mortgage has been paid in full and the eviction notice torn from my door. You are here, always. And I finally believe You are never leaving.

(c) Stephanie Diaz-Schumm