“Those who love me will keep my word,
and my Father will love them,
and we will come to them
and make our home with them.”
—John 14.23
There’s no throne room, but a kitchen,
a table we sit around that we all have scrubbed.
We share meals, and stories, and chores,
the small closeness of a family warmly knit.
The conversation over the bread and wine
is intimate, honest, easy. There are in-jokes,
plans and memories, things we noticed,
dreams, what we’ve gone through together,
thoughts about events of the day. And those looks
across the table, lovers’ gazes, or how parents
watch children they cherish, the wordless nearness
of siblings who love each other. Sometimes
it gets late and we don’t bother to turn on the lights,
we just keep talking in the dark, or sit, silent.
There are mistakes, of course, and arguments,
but always forgiveness. When we go to our rooms,
or out the next day into the world,
it seems we never really leave each other.
The home is inside us.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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