I hear Jesus here.
In this radio - penetrating the holy silence.
In the little girls yelling - playing cards games to celebrate a birthday.
In my boyfriend's frustrated puffs of breath - as he wrestles with homework.
I feel Jesus here.
In the warm air - the ovens heating the frigid Seattle weather.
In the pillows - holding my head up, like the air up above water.
I know Jesus here.
I know Jesus.
I know.
He Knows me.