In the style of Padraig O Tauma.

Welcome, to burnt and flattened grass;
To sand, to dust, and dandelions.

Welcome to luggage that simply must have weighed less when you left home yesterday.

Welcome to a spoon for breakfast, lunch, and supper, and to wondering what other cutlery is for;
To red nursery school bowls
And sweet, cold tea.

Welcome to amber and honeycomb,
To the burnt orange of candles;
To light, to fire, to stillness.

Welcome to prayer and song,
And to the soft whispered promise of God’s presence with you.

Welcome to community and communion;
To togetherness, and peace.

Welcome love,
Welcome hope,
Welcome home;
Welcome, Taizé.