Wednesday, June 3, 2015
knocks at my door
seeking a home for his son:
Rent is cheap, I say.
I don’t want to rent. I want to buy, says God.
I’m not sure I want to sell,
but you might come in to look around.
I think I will, says God.
I might let you have a room or two.
I like it, says God. I’ll take the two. You might
decide to give me more someday. I can wait, says God.
I’d like to give you more but it’s a bit difficult. I need some space for me.
I know, says God, but I’ll wait. I like what I see.
Hmm, maybe I can let you have another room. I really don’t need that much.
Thanks, says God. I’ll take it. I like what I see.
I’d like to give you the whole house but I’m not sure . . .Think on it, says God. I wouldn’t put you out.
Your home would be mine and my son would live in it. You’d have more space than you’d ever had before.
I don’t understand at all.I know says God, but I can’t tell you about that.
You have to discover it for yourself. That can only happen if you let him have the whole house.
A bit risky, I say.
Yes, says God, but try me.
I’m not sure . . . I’ll let you know.
I can wait, says God. I like what I see.
Margaret Halaska, osf