Like a cat asleep on a chair...
at home in the house of the living
PAX, DH Lawrence
PEACE IN THE HOUSE AND FIRE OF (ONE'S OWN) LIFE
Then he got into the boat and his disciples followed him. Suddenly a furious storm came up on the lake, so that the waves swept over the boat. But Jesus was sleeping. The disciples went and woke him, saying, “Lord, save us! We’re going to drown!” He replied, “You of little faith, why are you so afraid?”. Matthew 8:23-26
Curled up in a rocking wind and rain swept boat, a hand carelessly draped across the side, what do I make of Jesus' creaturely contentment, in the house and fire of the God of the living?
More from Pax:
Sleeping on the hearth of the living world,
yawning at home before the fire of life
feeling the presence of the living God
like a great reassurance
The whole poem: Pax, D H Lawrence