Monday, April 15, 2013

A Moveable Feast

Six sets of hands circled round me
the day that I entered that very fine house
and I was petted and loved on
my head was ringed with kisses and toasts were made to bless me
and I suppose that it was there that my story began

Mine was a childhood gilded
I know
for days stretched long and full and calm
and I sailed my boat upon placid waters
but, somehow, there was always a knowing
and I longed to string those days
on ribbons of silk
one upon the other
and tie them around the necks of the lonely ones
who hid in corners
so that they might know what home smelled like ...

I am writing over at SheLoves Magazine today and I would love for you to follow me there to keep reading my poem on this month's theme of Home.
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  1. Wow that was strange. I just wrote an very long comment but after
    I clicked submit my comment didn't show up. Grrrr... well I'm not writing all that over again.
    Regardless, just wanted to say superb blog!

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  2. Oh, Holly! I LOVE this! This, your writing, the beauty and worship of your heart focused on Him, our Bread and Living Water... how that no matter where the table moves, communion is created. You bless me, Sister!