Invitation

If you find yourself orbiting
And would like to remember
“Why” and “What for” –

Come home 
to this, our old house,
these four walls that hold
the life we are building together.

Each item carries the weight of our being with it.
Placed for laughter, for courage, for stillness,
- peace.

For we have not cherished too many things
But gathered and made, out of love.

Here you can touch, smell, taste.
Breathe deep –
Pause.

Listen to the soft creak of wood beneath you.
Watch the trees dance in the wind at the windows.

Here
You may feel the weight of what is real
You may lie down
and be at rest.

For in this place, we move together and apart
Without breaking.

Your feet will find the earth again.
Your heart, a faithful friend.



© 2012 Elisa Flynn, All Rights Reserved.

patience.

went for a walk this morning and saw that my neighbor's yard, filled with an ivy groundcover, had bloomed beautiful purple blossoms everywhere. this reminded me of hopkins' poem below: "patience." it came as a much needed reminder at this time as my grandmother's health has been up and down and all i want is to be across the country in north dakota with her and the rest of my family... but she took a turn for the better this morning so we are waiting...

PATIENCE, hard thing! the hard thing but to pray,
But bid for, Patience is! Patience who asks
Wants war, wants wounds; weary his times, his tasks;
To do without, take tosses, and obey.
Rare patience roots in these, and, these away,
Nowhere. Natural heart’s ivy, Patience masks
Our ruins of wrecked past purpose. There she basks
Purple eyes and seas of liquid leaves all day.
We hear our hearts grate on themselves: it kills
To bruise them dearer. Yet the rebellious wills
Of us we do bid God bend to him even so.
And where is he who more and more distils
Delicious kindness?—He is patient. Patience fills
His crisp combs, and that comes those ways we know.