A new chapter

In the ongoing narrative 

Of life in India

Twenty three moves

In almost thirty years

Each place

Has its own story

A house without a story

Is mere brick and mortar

Just as a life without a story

Is reduced to dust of the earth

The Word became flesh

He dwelt among us

Offered His life

Gave it fully

To give us His story

To dwell

In this earthen vessel

So that His story

Becomes my story

Dust of the earth

Raised and seated

In glory