A stew of slow cookers sit simmering slowly brewing a communal stock, seaping steam and aromas which speak a seductive welcome from doorstep to table and whisper a warm, rich reassurance that this is home
My pastor has a collection of slow cookers, ready for a gathering around his kitchen table.
you were my home then, the warmth in my fireplace, my chest purifier, key finder; whenever i leave you clung to me like dirt on the dishes i carry with me your sickness for love, for good.
somewhere between morning calls and warm bedsheets, i took your hospitality for kindness for authenticity for love for truth i was still drying my hair on your bathroom mat when you rang the bell, and reminded me it’s time for my checkout.
Here I stand on the ***** of my feet, Watching as the time passes by. The day fulfilling the dreamers, The night exhausting the lost. Why must I move on? Why must I go? I don’t know. I don’t know.
Here I sit under a stately willow tree, Accompanying me with its hospitality. It droops as it stands so mighty, It rises as it slumps in humility. Why must the tree persist? Why must the tree grow? I don’t know. I don’t know.
Here I lie in a box of plastered wooden veneer, My eyes encumbered by pitchy darkness. I breathe my gratitude of this quietus, I cry my despair for my own creation. Why must I wallow in my regret? Why must I now feel this woe? Now I know. Now I know.
All beauty must fade, wither, crack, split, die, and so too the beauty of sweet hospitality loses something magical when put to a test. Splintering down to strained smiles, curt little whispers behind a turned back summon up strangleweed between the gaping cracks of a path we walked for so long until "so long." There's a blind desire to douse what remains in that left-behind radiance with a drowning of petrol, a gasoline baptism, and send it out with a pyre: something to remember.
Love comes and love goes. Romantic, platonic, delusional - why keep score, right?
My Saturdays belong to a quaint Parisian cafe. I only have to think about carrying coffees and baguettes and they pay me for it. It's the cheapest therapy I've had.
I've come to know some of the regulars. Some days I wish to tell them I love them and I don't quite know why. I suspect they remind me in some part of myself, or how I wish to be.
An almost elderly lady always comes alone. Her hair still retains some of her blonde youth. She orders two very weak flat whites and sits for hours, writing letters to distant loves and reads the paper. I clear her cup and she smiles with both her lips and her eyes. She makes you feel like your job means something more than it probably does. I bring her a second coffee, a very weak flat white.
In the afternoons a couple comes in for coffee. She is quiet, the artistic type, and wears their son in a sling. A sweet little thing with cherubic cheeks. The father is a darling man with a softness many men resist. I watch the way his eyes sparkle when he tells me of his sons milestones. I make an effort to see them smile, bring them water on hot days or just talk. But sometimes I leave them be, watch them from a far, and let myself be swept up in their love, before they leave.
My Saturdays belong to a quaint French cafe with dark timber floors and French antiques. I haven't quite mastered the art of conversation but I'm adept in the science of smiling and that's enough to get me by for now.
Ignite! But tame Your flame Within the lamp Shedding its light Invite, and arrange The room, the hearth, Lace the food with love Cage your tears with calm And center yourself on Him Trust that the words will come The hearts will open and fear Will be displaced by truth Careless of self offer Effort and intent Confirmations Will come in time with patience Transformation time is near
Inspired by this beautiful prayer :
O my Lord! O my Lord! This is a lamp lighted by the fire of Thy love and ablaze with the flame which is ignited in the tree of Thy mercy. O my Lord! Increase his enkindlement, heat and flame, with the fire which is kindled in the Sinai of Thy Manifestation. Verily, Thou art the Confirmer, the Assister, the Powerful, the Generous, the Loving.