Feeling Lost, New land around me, searched high and low, but all were closed, "Sorry I thought we wrote to you" No room at the Inn
Feeling lost, Wandering the streets to who knows where Finally a space, finally a bunk to sleep in Out at 10am, back at 6pm Where to go
Feeling lost, finally a sense of quietness a sense of awe and wonder, found a safe place. I looked at Him and He looked at me.
No longer lost.
| Where is God, in the bus conductor who expects the right change in the busker sitting outside the shop in the beggars each sitting on there cardboard box in the people all in a hurry to get to work In the children dawdling on the way to school in the parking warden trying to deal with the motorists in the concrete building created with expertise in the animals searching for food in a small park. Where is God in me and you. | We came, arriving one at a time, uncertain what to do, uncertain how to act we ate, we slept The first day.
We wake single file to Matins single file to breakfast everyone is so quiet we all feel lost The second Morning
We eat, listen to the words of psalms more listening at lunch How do you ask for the salt? Still feeling lost, but well fed, The second evening.
Single file everywhere always keeping to the left what have we learnt quiet, listening, single file The third day.
Back home (is it home?) am I any wiser about the place am I any wiser about my life am I any wiser about God's calling The fourth day.
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