My Father’s House (Luke 2.41-52)

Our father, my father,
I come into your house
like a pauper to a palace
and you receive me with
open doors, open arms,
open heart.

I sit on crushed velvet,
I drink from your spirit,
I breathe in and out, in and out
your peace.

My love and your love
refresh each other,
your listening fills the silence,
trust is the bread we eat.

When I arise
I do not leave you.
My thoughts and my laughter
are shared with you.
I am your home,
you are my hearth.