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.