a broken heart can mend and mend again, become a tent,
a patchwork of skins strung from pole to pole,
a temporary dwelling for God’s glory,
a foretaste of what is to come—
a heart can bend to that, learn to trust
in someone bigger than the one who broke it
in the first place,
forego the fear of Man,
become adept at telling a relatable story
around the fire, the gravitational centre of friends
seeking to open their hearts,
small patches to strengthen the whole, add beauty
This poem appears in my book ROSES IN WINTER.
What latch does the wind unlock?
freedom to move, to have my being, says Monica,
courage to take the Next Step
What latent desire stirs?
to live in one place all together, under the same roof
or at least share the same front porch, she replies readily
What windswept dream comes to life?
a beautiful space where conversation is real
and speaks deeply to the soul—the Wind of his Holy Spirit
breathes life into this dream I dream
Outside the wind stirs and we are drawn by his Spirit
to open space where he would dwell
in our midst. To him we lift the latch.
This poem appears in my LATEST BOOK, Roses in Winter.