This is Not a Dark Night of the Soul; it’s Thursday

by Laurie Lyter Bright

I don’t have much to say

Or do with Jesus anymore.

We used to run into each other all the time -

Waving across the crowded room at a party; he always looked so animated.

I was never totally sure I’d heard him right over the cacophony and celebration,

But I was always comforted by his thrilled smile.

I am here!

And so are you!

Isn’t that marvelous?

- it was -

Nowadays when I go to parties, when I walk through a day, I am more often claustrophobic.

When all the people get too close and the music is too damn loud.

All I can think in those moments is:  how long till I can go home again?

-

This hustle between work, responsibility, adulthood, making it all work right…

Right?  Right.

It is an overcrowded party.

I cast around glances - when I can remember -

Looking for my friend with the reassuring smile.

I scan faces, voices, listening for him, seeking.

In the sea of bodies, He does not rise.

Maybe he’s in the bathroom, or stepped outside for a smoke.

Maybe he’s at another party across town.
God knows Jesus loves to party.