On Cleaning My Mother's House
This, too, is prayer,
is worship, adoration,
a purifying altar --
a sacrificial cup.
This is a song of praise,
a calming of the water,
a bended knee,
a holy benediction.
I run but do not weary,
for here, you raise me up.
I love this...so very much. It would take half a lifetime to explain why, but I don't think I need to explain. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteWhat Linthead said and another Thank You Karen.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteAmazing what connects us, sometimes so simply and honest.
ReplyDeleteOh wow - this reminds me of my mother, who would come visit me & do things like clean out the refrigerator. I never felt ashamed that it needed cleaning - I felt absolutely loved by her actions :)
ReplyDeleteLove that line--calming of the water ... Wonderful!
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