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The Jesus Room

The Jesus Room

The Jesus room is not a chapel
Or a church or a shrine
Or anything like that.
It is not even sacred ground
In town or garden.
The Jesus room is inside the head,
Inside the heart, inside the body,
Inside the feelings, but no one knows
Quite where the exact location is.
It is not really a room at all
And the Jesus discovered there
Does not come care of religious dogma
Or some archbishop or priest
Or politician or minister
Or anybody like that.
Indeed when you go into the Jesus room
You will find no one there,
Only space ... emptiness ... energy.
You will, however, feel the vibrations
If you are very still and quiet.
And as you tune in to the power of the place
You will sense a presence, a mystery.
You will hear the poetry of the Jesus room.

Christopher Woodland

I don't know if this is, strictly speaking, a Christmas poem, but I found it in a book of Christmas poems (no points for guessing which one), so it must be. Regardless, I think Jesus has some obscure connection to Christmas, so I guess it counts.

Tags: advent: 2003, poet's corner

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