His Love

I wish that I could give the world His love,
Not a system of belief,
But the Man 
Himself.
For I am cradled in his kindness.
My home is in His heart-
And though I wander 
O’er the earth
My pillow a stone,
My shelter rain,
I am at home
In Him.
It makes me think of those
Who have no home
In the love 
Of One.
It makes me want to wrap them up
In the harbor of my heart,
To clothe them with acceptance,
Peace, truth, and kindness,
And to free them, 
Like birds
To the belief that they are loved,
How is it done, I wonder,
When I, myself, 
Am yet like sparrows?
It seems so little to love.
And yet it, so often, has been 
The only thing I had to give.