Not about the right words,
Or the right background,
Or best behaviour,
Not about religion or being earnest,
Or the right spiritual credentials.
But a place of refuge,
A safe place to call home.
A place of shelter in the storms,
A place to bring our burdens and wounds,
Our damage and darkness,
Our worries, troubles and torments.
Not so much about answers,
But about nourishment and purpose,
A regular pit-stop for the next lap.
A place of rescue and salvation,
A place of sure ground amidst life’s shaking,
A place where truth and kindness embrace,
A place with room for us all.
Not of harsh standards, but generous goodness,
And a place where the rays of the Nazareth Son
Can warm and cleanse our minds and hearts,
A place of refuge.
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