Come

I know your past would raise it’s law-abiding head

and mandate regular devotions

I see you struggling as a young girl

to be quiet and still—reading

passages that informed but didn’t

really change you from inside

Thru the years it’s been an on and off experience

That’s okay

I invite you to sit like Mary

            at my feet

Or rest like John against my breast.

It’s true, there’s so much I would like to

            show you

But the greatest gift I bring to you is

            my all-encompassing love.

So come

Don’t have ideas about what it should

            look like

            or what should happen

Just come.

9/30/09

Looking through my old Word files, I found this poem. I love the invitation.