He is coming...
It is evening. My life is melting in its evening. My hope is in the good news of Jesus. What he foretold will come to pass. Jerusalem will not be restored or its fortune shine before his breath falls upon it.
He is coming to gather the prophets, all of them here, to purify me and to inform the people of Jesus' whereabouts.
He is coming to fulfill Jesus' teachings. My heart is attached to a prayer for the coming "Jesus-like." I feel him approaching, as if he will appear on the horizon. I find solace in him.
The light of his presence has fallen upon me.
I have taken refuge in his kindness. My solace has always been in Jesus in my days of isolation and alienation.
I feel that my life is about to cling to the secret of death. My heart is in the good news, and my heart is in prayer. Everything suggests separation. Reunion is raging within me. Jerusalem is my word for separation.
It is evening... The day is about to cling to the garment of night. Evening is the time of Jesus, the time of crucifixion. Jesus, whose first prayer was the sunset prayer.
It is evening...