As part of thinking about homelessness, we’ve been spending some time pondering what “home” means to us. Over the past few weeks, we’ve focused on a different part of the house each sunday.
These prayers are part of those reflections.
When our work is done, loving God,
the work that we have to do
and the work that we want to do,
When there are not miles to go before we sleep
but a gentle stroll down the hall,
When there are no roads still to travel,
no dishes still to do,
when all have been fed and bathed and changed
and we stand,
gently rubbing our temples as we ease tomorrow from our minds
We wander, in ones and twos and fives
into a place of rest and re-creation,
We ease tired backs into well worn positions on favourite chairs
And if there is a little guilt
about that call not made,
that client not helped,
that document not attended to,
that last pot still soaking in the sink
You are there to meet us and calmly dismiss our worries
“I gave you a world of land and sea and sky
of wine and water
of grain and fruit and milk and honey
of animals to eat , to work, to befriend, to fear.
I gave you such beauty,
but my last,
And as we let go,
In this place of recreation,
we re-create our lives for each other.
In stories told and heard,
Our eyes crease in laughter,
In this place of rest
we dare to share our fears and worries,
we shyly admit to our hopes and dreams.
In this place
Because we are safe
We pick up a phone,
turn on the TV or connect to the internet,
and let the stories of others find us.
And perhaps, loving God,
as we share encouragement and joy
or are moved to concern and pity
You look upon us in this place of story and rest
and say once more “This is good”.