Beit Jala and Jesus

a taxi speeds around the corner

young boys playing in the street

small coffee cups

cold floors that break everything

pretty scarfs and tall boots

gloves with no finger tips

cheap bread

mabruke chocolate galore

spray paint pictures

a million handwritten notes

and everyone's name is miss

church bells, calls to prayer

stain glass and stone

Jesus did this here stories

pilgrims from afar

everyone is related

and America means disney world

never ending questions

never ending adventure

no real address

living in a school

never would I have thought

that I could call this home.

But I said it today. And I realized that I meant it:

My home is where you are.

I find you here

calling a name I never knew.

seeking and finding

wrapped up so tight

I have to hold on to you here

so I'm discovering what it means

that I GET to.