In your house
You bid me welcome
In the wee hours of the morning
Before the dawn peeks at us,
At midday when bright rays
That glance through windows
dance on your altar,
And as night hastens to darken the earth.
“Come in,” you gently call.
“Sit down with me.
Rest your mind, your heart, your body.”
I smile with thanks.
Your voice alone
Melts my stress and concerns.
You are my best friend
And my elder brother.
Sitting with you is comfortable.
Yet you are also the
King of all kings and
The God of all gods.
I control the urge to
Throw myself at your feet.
For you are my path to the heart
Of the Creator of all the universes
And all that is in them.
I am humbled.
