Our abode, please make yourself at home. We leave an extra key under the flower pot outside. There’s bread in the cupboard and water in the pantry. There’s a clothesline out back. Do not be afraid of the dogs for they are friendly. If the candle on the mantle is lit than we are here for you. The candle on the mantle is always lit. There’s blankets in the trunk under the window and books on the shelf. In this place you are always welcome, day or night, storm or sun.
May the night-lights travel to you. May the packed ship-yards, the neon strip, the June bugs and city coyotes understand their place in it all. May the dawn and Her choir draw you softly from dream. In this place, we accept your story and not one soul shall be turned away. Come with fire in your hearts, come with blood on your garments, bring forth your burdens and we will do our best to help you carry them.
RW
