Prayer

I want the Lord to dwell in me like a home

I want the bed to be made, but sat on, rumpled

I want the wear and tear, a leaky ceiling

I want to be lived in.

I pray I do not gather dust

That His prints would not show in a fine layer on a shelf out of reach

I pray the couch cushions hold His shape and His footsteps track on my floors

That all who are welcomed in would know He lives in me