Welcome to My Living Room by Corinne Vooys

WELCOME TO MY LIVING ROOM

A swirling
Softness
Fills the room, as a fog.
It gently brushes my face, with sweetness and refreshing.
A presence.

I look through the fog and see
Faces of joy,
Which in one world would be seen as a face of the disabled,
but here it is the face of royalty sitting in the throne room,
with dignity.
Others dance,
They dance on the dance floor with loved ones, big and small.

There are watchmen,
They stand at the door,
Welcoming those that are welcome
And bouncing those who are not.

Children are children in the presence of the Lord,
They are who they are created to be,
Bundles of
energy, and emotion,
truth and love.

Crowns adorn every head,
Each beautiful and unique.
Within all this sweetness, swirls of mists touch each face.
The tired are just that
Tired.
They don’t hide their fatigue,
They worship within it.
Drummers drum their passion,
With each beat of their hand the presence of the Lord rises.

Everyone is loved,
Everyone is embraced.

As I gaze over this organized chaos,
I see Him
Jesus
is standing there laughing,
Head thrown back in mirth.
He turns
To look at me

 “Welcome to my living room.” He says