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.
Hmm, 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 them 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.
by Margaret Halaska, O.S.F.

Making Sapce for God

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