Home?

Home?  (Ezra 2)

It feels like I’ve been far away

though You have never left.

At least that’s what You say.

I can’t see You, or feel You, or hear You.

You play a mean game 

of hide and seek

when You want to.

One moment here, vibrant, touchable, 

overwhelming,

then invisible;

gone without a trace.

I want to come home,

home in a deeper way.

To rest in Your presence 

even when it feels like absence.

Free me to receive the gifts You give 

in ways that don’t resemble gifts at all.