The Father knocks at my door, seeking a home for his son:
Rent is cheap, I say.
I don’t want to rent.
I want to buy, says God.I’m not sure I want to sell,
but you might come in to look around.I think I will, says God.
I might let you have a room or two.
I like it, says God. I’ll take the two.
You might decide to give me more some day.
I can wait, says God.I’d like to give you more,
but it’s a bit difficult.
I need some space for me.I know, says God, but I’ll wait.
I like what I see.Hm, maybe I can let you have another room.
I really don’t need that much.Thanks, says God, I’ll take it.
I like what I see.I’d like to give you the whole house,
but I’m not sure—Think on it, says God.
I wouldn’t put you out.
Your house would be mine and my son would live in it.
You’d have more space than you’d ever had before.I don’t understand at all.
I know, says God, but I can’t tell you about that.
You’ll have to discover it for yourself.
That can only happen if you let him have the whole house.A bit risky, I say.
Yes, says God, but try me.
I’m not sure—
I’ll let you know.I can wait, says God.
I like what I see.— Sr. Margaret Halaska