(Wendy Cabell, February 28, 2021, feast day of the Devpeteruv Icon of the Mother of God. Image from here. )
In Welcome
Home is the place, can see under
all my disguises. It's door, seals
cracks in fragilest eggs. Takes
warmth, you know, for an
egg to hatch. And these walls
to touch, know inside
I wait. Not for
a heart freed from its skin, which
ceases. Clothed about, it sings,
amidst candlelight, and teabrew,
clears a space. Picks up knitting, editing,
sorts pages. To re-concile. Re-ligament.
Till Mercy finds her ground: Give,
forgive, give, forgive. The only hope really,
what with hearts and eggs breaking
so easily.
*From prompt: I believe this was spurred by something (perhaps to begin a poem with above first line?) from Dr. Kayleen Asbo’s Lenten series Anchored in the Heart: The Quest for Virtue and a Path of Peace (St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church, Richmond, Virginia).
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