by elizabeth hudgens

there is a craving
to build holy spaces
wherein security
is felt in being
whole and seen
known and loved

i have not always
sensed this safety
which whispers of
home a freedom
to be open and
share a heart

of unsure longing
to be drawn in
called back again
to huddle around
glowing embers of
warm acceptance

a haven of hope
soothing fears spilled
over lips dripping
doubt uttered softly
to ears open wide
in stillness attuned

this urge to be
a nurturing force
calming chaotic
energy to contain
emotions by reflecting
His gaze of welcome

a gathering of love
strongly founded on
restorative care as
opportunity to truly be
at home in our bodies
embodied in our home