portum

my house is vast 
and filled with prayers
i’ve made room for you
atop the stairs
the shelves are filled
with things you need
the light’s left on
so you can see. 
if i am asleep and
you need to talk
or you stumble in
and can barely walk
or you reach the door
with little left
from life and loss
and pain and theft;
others are here with
hands to hold
offering warmth to 
shake off the cold,
suspecting that you might
need to be told-
you belong. 

One response to “portum”

  1. beautiful word smithing opening your arms and heart to those who come, and those who may not know that they are welcome and so have not come yet!

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