I have missed this

that sense of being settled, being at ease,

being where I am supposed to be.

 

I don’t always instantly recognise you, but I know I am in good company, I feel free.

Whether in a church hall, or a lounge or out for a walk in the woods…you calm my soul.

Whether sharing communion, a pizza, a wine or a coffee…I feel full.

And satisfied, and content and whole.

 

I don’t want to move from this place, I want to savour

the laughter, the tears, the joy and the stillness.

The solidarity, the friendship, the familiarity of it all.

This is what it feels like to come home.