Reading · This House of Longing

charming home in Clarinbridge, Co. Galway, Ireland (7/16/25)

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Welcome
to no words,
only visions—
a home,
an open door,
a woman of welcome,
a fire gifting warmth.
One by one,
hidden parts of me
enter.
One by one,
I find my seat
by the hearth.
One by one,
I am kissed,
I am fed,
gathered up
in Your house,
      Mercy,
made whole
again.

I’ll keep it short and sweet today.

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House of Mercy

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