Monday, December 5, 2011


It came in the back door
A stranger in the night
Not to rob but to laden with riches

Grasped by the nape of a loving mother 
Fruitless fears and fantasies  
Rushed out the open side windows
A vortex of calm air followed

Trembling took me into greater excitement of the unknown
The floor of my home started to slant from safety to askewness
I knew where I was yet I did not

The stranger's presence shifted the contents of the dormant cellar
It cleansed the floors
It polished the windows
The fragrance was unimaginably sweet

I was lost
I was richly laden

I woke, not from a dream
but into the wonders of love and joy
and the oneness of strangers in the night

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