a refuge...

this little house
this precious porch
has been a refuge
in a weary land.

under this roof
on the edge of the church parking lot
GOD opened my being.

GOD reshaped
and molded my heart
again
that i might know
i am cherished and loved.

it was not just this house
it was and remains
the people
who own this house
who live in
a community
of faith
and love.
they healed me.
they filled me with new life.
they spoke
fed
hugged
laughed
and shared their stories.
In it all GOD'S
grace
became something
i could hear
touch
feel
enjoy.

this little house
in this little town
next to a little church
breathed
new life
into my bones.