I Open My Blinds to Your Light

Jan Richardson asks, "What does it mean
for my own life to become
a path, a way of welcome
for the Holy One?"

It means
I pry open my rusty jaw
to sing again ~
the tip of my tongue
flipped on my teeth
to form the Ls
of light, laughter and love ~
in song
in prayer
and preparation.

It means truth
stretches effortlessly before me
and peace enters
like a warm shower
on tired shoulders,
a loving hand
at the nape of the neck,
or a kiss on the forehead.

It means the everyday
becomes more
more verdant in summer,
crimson in autumn,
or crystalline in winter.

I smell spring,
lilacs mostly,
and I can breathe again
on the threshold of home.