Blessed Space

In this blessed space,

the narrow brick-paved lane

behind First Parish Unitarian,

I walk with you.

 

In this blessed space,

a table for two at the Kickstand Café,

I sit with you, and we laugh.

 

In this blessed space,

where squirrels scamper

under a blossom-birthing sun

toward leaves of preternatural green,

I sing to you in my old ham voice

that cracks on the high notes.

 

In this blessed space,

where saints and angels repair

the havoc of demagogues

by keeping holy silence,

I pray with you, I pray for you,

the waters of gratitude

bulging above the heart-brim.

 

In this blessed space,

a room of light and art

and books and music,

you are the host,

I am the guest.





Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-06-09 at 04:51

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
How lovely!
2017-06-11


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. It seems that the space is blessed by its inhabitants.

I especially enjoyed

In this blessed space,
where saints and angels repair
the havoc of demagogues
by keeping holy silence
2017-06-09