Jesus Is Everywhere

She saw Jesus everywhere. in pretzels, pizza’s and in the froth of her expresso cup. Were they visions? Yes they were visions, the way everything is a vision, when we seek outwardly for what’s already in our minds. She was not crazy, perhaps you and I are a bit crazy; she was not crazy. Don’t you see the sky each day, then dismiss it, rather than watch for the signs it paints across your consciousness. She saw those signs clearly, and Jesus was waving them. She was in love. Don’t pity her. Perhaps lament your own myopia. The love that bloomed in her was beautiful, sexual, and sacred. Don’t be shocked. At first she herself was shocked by his sensuality, but love-will-love. “Jesus”, she would say, is everywhere. To her priest she confessed the same. Five hundred Hail Mary's later, a kneeling man struggles up from his knees turns to her and smiles. Jesus found her everywhere.