Holy One, you have been our dwelling place
in all generations.
Before the mountains were brought forth,
or ever you had formed the earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting
you are God.
I have lived out of my suitcase too much.
I have given a different address.
I’ve stayed in the downstairs apartment,
camped out in the back yard,
announced I’m running away
and circled the block.
Over and over.
But Beloved, you are my home.
I don’t know what else I’m looking for,
why I won’t let myself belong.
But you are my Place.
So I stand at your door,
ready to come in
I am already in.
In you, Beloved, I am home.
Give me peace to let myself belong.
Give me grace
to take off my shoes
and stay a while
Breath prayer: At home … in you
October 20, 2020