NeuroDivine

Home woven in three strands: partner, creatures, grace

Some prayers begin in silence. Others begin in the small, ordinary movements of a home—the click of the kettle, the soft thump of paws on the stairs, the familiar presence of the person who shares your days.

This new hymn grew out of that kind of holiness: the kind that hides in plain sight.

It gives thanks for the life we share in our little Irish house—for the two cats who curl into the corners of our days, and for their mother, Scholastica, whose gentle spirit is still part of the pattern of our home. Her absence is real, but so is the gratitude for the years she gave us. All three are woven into this prayer.

It also gives thanks for Andrew, whose steady companionship shapes the rhythm of daily life. Neurodivergent or not, each of us needs someone who helps the world feel a little more navigable, a little more kind. This hymn is, in part, a way of naming that grace.

Celtic tradition teaches that God is found in the thresholds—the in‑between places where light shifts, seasons turn, and love takes on new forms. Our cats have taught us something similar: the healing purr, the long stretch that reminds the body to breathe, the quiet insistence that rest is holy.

So this hymn gathers all of that together: the hearth, the healing, the knots of memory, the blessing of companionship, and the God who circles us with peace.

May it be a prayer for anyone whose home—however shaped, however imperfect—is a place where love is learning to speak.

Blessing in fur and firelight

In the quiet of our dwelling,
where the kettle hums with grace,
You are present in the stillness,
You are warmth in every space.
Through the purr that soothes our bodies,
through the healing that it brings,
Holy Spirit, breathe your comfort
as our home in blessing sings.

God of hearth and God of hallowing,
Circle round us, keep us near.
Bind our days with Celtic weaving,
Carve your peace in all we share.

As the cats stretch out beside us,
teaching ease in every limb,
You remind us we are fashioned
in a grace both soft and strong within.
At the threshold of each morning,
as new mercies meet our sight,
Christ, encircle us with kindness,
hold our home within your light.

God of hearth and God of hallowing,
Circle round us, keep us near.
Bind our days with Celtic weaving,
Carve your peace in all we share.

In the knots of love that hold us,
threads of memory, hope, and care,
You are pattern, You are promise,
You are breath in every prayer.
Be the strength within our loving,
be the truth that guides our way;
Threefold God of ancient blessing,
shape our home from day to day.

God of hearth and God of hallowing,
Circle round us, keep us near.
Bind our days with Celtic weaving,
Carve your peace in all we share.

Text copyright (c) 2026 Michael McFarland Campbell. All rights reserved.