For the waiting silently 

By a window, watching 

The still and empty street.

A singular cup of tea

A sole dinner plate

And the heart that searches

Yearning and keening for company and connection 

And all the roadblocks of time and space

Of demands and distractions 

That separates them from loved ones - those of old and those yet to be.

Lift up your head

Open your gates and swing wide your doors

For you are body

You are blood

Broken and cherished and 

Swept up in glory

Sitting there, waiting at the window.

 

By all the chatter of the world:

The tasks the priorities 

All demands, designs and dreams -

Those that pull us

Apart

And tear us 

Away,

In chasm and rift,

Deep within and without.

The moon looks down on 

The fragments 

And glows a gentle sonnet

Of sorrow 

 

Let's seek instead 

Milk and honey

Promised land

Togetherness and belonging 

Arching through time 

And seeping 

Into the essence of all.

Through the friend who visits

And who doesn't leave,

Who calls the universe in -

Milk and moon.

And imparts a mark of beauty

For her there, sitting silently at the window.