Jesus, you are warm, warm like sunshine on the grass at the park, warm like a nice coat on a cold morning.
You are playful, like a light drizzle in the winter, like the birdsong in the middle of the night, like a little kid taking his first steps.
You are sustaining, like a packet of biscuits on a very empty stomach.
You are gentle, like the older brothers who sit me down and listen.
You are dashing, like a warrior marching to battle.
You are soft, like the breeze on my face.
You are fierce, like a bear defending her cubs.
You are constant, like the smooth surface of the third pillar from the right at the entrance to All Souls Church Langham Place.
You are just, like the constant sunrise.
You’ll come back, like you said you would.