Make Me Your Home

A poetic take on John 15

This was inspired by my pastor's sermon on John 15 this morning. He described another way of understanding μένω/meno or “abide” as “the place where you make your home.” Instantly, I found myself writing as if Jesus were inviting us to home with him.

I know people didn’t follow me for subpar poetry content (lol) as I’m not really a poet, but in this season, steeping in the world of both reading and writing poetry has been convicting, challenging, and remaking me in some powerful ways. So, I’ll probably share a poem a week as a practice for myself. My long-form content is still being slowly researched and dreamed about, but for now, this has been a sweet avenue while in the trenches of ministry & mothering & other life intensities. Thanks for being here.

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"Spring Vines,"Original Oil Painting by Erin Hanson

Make me your home.
That is what it is to abide, you know.

Meno. Come stay. Remain. Dwell, with me.
In me.
Through me.

To be in my home, to be your home,
Some changes are afoot.

I have some house rules, my love.
And they are quite simple, but most find
quite hard.

In this home, we only rest in what is good,
What is noble, what is true, what is pure.
I want all of you here, you see.
Dwelling
with me.
If you make me your home.

The place where dirty feet kick up to rest,
And masks come off,
and pretenses cease.

An impossible place to hide;
a blessed hospital and sanctuary
Together, at one.

A new kind of Eden,
Where scars are badges
of honor,

Where fruit
Is borne from
Death.

Come stay with me, my love.
Come do the work of being undone
and redone.
And become.

I promise to heal
& feed
& nourish
the deepest wells in your desire;
To fasten myself to you in an everlasting, unshakeable way.

So come, my love,

Make me your home.
That is what it is to abide, you know.