Stepping into a new home, filled with Bubble Baths and unpainted toes
Lavender and Jasmine bouquets, home made chicken soup as we lay
Our heavy heads and runny noses onto pillows
and slept dreamless sleeps caught within a dozen mirrors.
As mist settles its head low over mountains
And orange sand, dry from drought, swirls, soundless
Through the house and over the fields
Bubble baths are being made for unpainted toes.
The exuberance of innocent children
Welcoming in a stranger to come and dine with them
to join their family as they seek to serve in their community
Closing the night with bible stories
Sniffing noses and popcorn prayers
Ushering in an embrace which speaks of layers of
Warmth, and love and hope
From the mouth of innocent babes
The Lord spoke
And we spent our last night, in a sleepy town
Before lessons, and planning and running clubs took off all around
Having a long forgotten bubble bath
And sharing in popcorn prayers.