Jesus in My Latte

JesusLatte

As I wait for a friend,

a barista whisks steaming milk

like a stylist teases hair,

creating the perfect palette

with which to practice one’s craft.

 

“Low fat latte for Scott…”

I look down at my brew.

Looking back at me?

Not vague impressions

of a leaf

or a heart,

but the unmistakable visage of

one who’s face we’ve never laid eyes on

yet whom we immediately recognize.

 

Jesus is in my latte.

I chuckle. My friend arrives.

We admire the coffee artist’s

temporary exhibit.

My heart, filled with concerns,

dozens for today,

a hundred for tomorrow,

smiles and melts.

 

Maybe that’s all we need to know about Jesus.

The way he looks at us,

The way we hear his voice,

The way he touches us,

makes us melt, open and smile.

 

The barista’s name is Daniel,

literally, “God is my judge.”

In the Bible, Daniel is a shrewd

yet beloved interpreter of dreams,

whom even a hungry lion refuses to judge.

 

Why is my life so heavy

with a never ending list

of potential catastrophes,

a lion’s den of worries,

any of which, if they came to pass,

would obviously

and without end

be my fault?

This gregarious, latte Jesus laughs through

my angst, silly projections and unconscious fears

of being judged. Whatever God is…Judge?

Unknowable Essence? Wishful Thinking?…

The face of Jesus brings the entire Notion

down to earth and

lightens it up.

 

I take a sip and watch Jesus

transfigure into Gandalf.

Soon my miraculous visitation is

just an amorphous, toasty beverage

that warms my entire being,

a gift no less divine.

 

Perhaps God is

nothing more than an

artsy barista, who whisks

each of us into an

ephemeral froth of

divine playfulness,

whom discerning connoisseurs

sip with glee.

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6 Responses to Jesus in My Latte

  1. Dan Williams says:

    Scott, what a wonderful, poetic reflection. Thanks so much!

    By the way, Pam also thought it was great. But she said if you’re going to try to write poetry, it needs to rhyme more! :-)

    • scott says:

      Hi Dan, I’m so glad you and Pam enjoyed it. And please tell her:

      “The next time,
      I’ll make it rhyme.”

  2. Mark Palmer says:

    Maybe a point can be the “maybe-ness” of the Universe no matter what the Bible (or other “good” books) or others state. Perhaps those attributions are/were just the maybe-ness of their times. Maybe that is some of the fundamental under-pinnings of Quantum Mechanics. Its all just a probability wave of belief; a spectrum of and in belief. For all may just be individual spectrums of and in this thing called life (or liff if you are a Douglas Adams fan). We get observed into an existence that started in our mother’s womb and from that point forward observed into death. Maybe. Always thoughtful Scottie. Not an ordinary art cup o “joe”. Thanks for sharing.

    • Eleanor Jordan says:

      I’ve been writing replies in my head to the last blog (on transformation) and decided I’d better “get with it” when I saw an email you had posted a new one. I’ll let this delightful encounter with Jesus in a latte spur me to write a shorter, less serious reply.

    • scott says:

      Eleanor, It’s so good to hear from you. Thank you for taking the time to read and respond to my blog. Hannah was here visiting, and we chatted about you and Mel. Sending you a heart of blessing, prayers of wholeness, joy, peace and love, Scott

    • scott says:

      Thank you Mark!

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