As a people, we cry out for a home: “a place where a person or animal can find refuge and safety or live in security; a place of belonging; a place where something is

most common or indigenous or where something had its origins…”

Lord, home

cedar pillars
bejeweled foundation
olivewood cherubim
hemmed in gold
white, yet separated

the house for the Lord
not a home

cedar tree
He cornerstone
angels come down
scarlet lined
white, yet connected

the house of the Lord
torn,
to be rebuilt again

take away walls
get ridda’ doors
flowing out, in
the Spirit revolves
white, yet waiting

the house, the Lord’s
in heart, a family

grace shouts
wrong, righted
throne reclaimed
city of God
white, eternal

at home in the Lord
on earth as it is in heav’n


inspired by 1 Kings 6-9