windows

Jingle Poetry

Windowsas i look behind
i see a path of aged stone
worn away at the edges
cementing to its neighbor
existing since the
apple flew from the tree

as i look ahead
i see tangles and brambles
and flowers and warmth
and my foot reaches out
as the stone peeks
through the grasses
for a moment
while i hesitantly
test the ground
of all being

as i place my foot
down on the rock
the path is solid and
the tangles and brambles
dissolve into nothing
as the daisies lean towards
the sun gesturing
for me to proceed

as i look up
i see a mansion
welcoming me with
the scent of lavender
and love
calling out like
mama greeting me
after a long summer
away at camp

as i reach the door
i turn the handle
shaking and trembling
with fear and awe
standing at the portal
that leads to
a new place of belonging

as i step forward
realizing this is home
my ragged teddy bear
is waiting for me
on the worn chair
joy glinting off his
button eye

Papa! Mama!
i am home!

“In the garden, child.”

as i look out
i suddenly notice
the windows
each stained to create
a beautiful invitation
of loving encouragement
and lively warmth
leading to the garden

as i run from window
to window i am stunned
by the rainbow of promise
that dances before
my eyes
until i see him
and i am caught
by his image
as love overwhelms me
and my heart dances
and the garden glistens
through the
tears in my eyes

as i peek into the garden
i see Papa waiting for me
and my hand reaches out
to touch the beauty of
him and passes
through the glass
holding me in surprise
while i walk through the
window into the light
enraptured with him

i run to Papa
and leap into His arms
knocking Him back and
He receives me with
a chuckle and twirls
me headily through the
clouds with laughter
born of love and
grace.

 
Terri Stewart, May, 2009
 
 
 

10 comments

  1. Jingle said on January 9, 2011
    vivid, apt, and sweet piece. glad to see you in your papa's arms... Happy Potluck! A++
    1. Terri said on January 9, 2011
      Thanks, Ji. It is nice to be able to rest into papa's arms.
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    Victoria Ceretto-Slotto said on January 9, 2011
    Terri, this is an exquisite rending of our spiritual journey to our true home. I love how you wove in the garden. Worth reading and rereading.
    1. Terri said on January 9, 2011
      Thank you! It is very near to my heart.
  3. Dr Madan Goyal said on January 10, 2011
    Parents have ocean of affection and love for their children. Enjoyed a lot. Happy rally.
  4. fiveloaf said on January 10, 2011
    this is beautiful cloak! nice sharing! here’s my new year potluck- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/03/15/life/
  5. thoughtsnotlost said on January 10, 2011
    Such a bright, warm story to this poem, I enjoyed it!
    1. Terri said on January 10, 2011
      Thanks so much!
  6. Kellie Elmore said on January 12, 2011
    this whole piece gave me chills! but here is my fave stanza... as i reach the door i turn the handle shaking and trembling with fear and awe standing at the portal that leads to a new place of belonging you are a beautiful poet! i have found a new fave!!!! subscribing now! :) Kellie Elmore
  7. Talon said on January 14, 2011
    I saw it all enfolding and rejoiced when the child was safe in Papa's arms...

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