Belonging

its letting yourself be
woven in
surrounded, held tight
by hands not your own
but that you've grown
to recognize. to trust
the way you already
did the fields beside the old house,
the sound of gravel, the declaring stars

it's walking now
through the new city hearing
familiar voices
on the phone- smiling at

the realization that
this weaving stretches
that you didn't leave it behind
with your address

that the healing's been real
and true things
follow us
because of who their
Author is
and- Behold!
this map that He is
so carefully
so wonderfully
writing

its waking up
changed,
and then
the life after that