“Foxes have holes, and birds of the air have nests;
but the Human One has nowhere to lay their head.”
Maybe Jesus is not merely lamenting the life of an itinerant teacher.
He’s just been rejected by a whole village of people.
Maybe it’s not just about a place to sleep,
but a place to belong.
To carry your cross is to bear rejection,
to trust your home is on a plane, in a place,
greater than human society.
Follow, and let the Beloved hold you.
Then again, maybe Jesus was talking about himself.
This world does not readily offer a place
for the Beloved to rest, at peace.
foxes have dens, birds have nests,
but the Beloved has no place to rest,
but in my heart.
I will be a nest for your Anointed One,
a safe place for the Beloved.