Are you waiting there behind the door?

Then come my book is closed and on the table.

My glasses folded in their case are set aside

The sheets are pulled neat and folded over.

It’s been a lovely afternoon. I sat

Beneath the window and worked a pattern

From colored bits I’ve collected through the years

And kept tangled in a box. Now designed,

It sits there on the chair, clean and neat and finished.

Sometimes I’ve longed to go back to those arms

But waited, but always came the sparrow’s song

And words from those I love here.

Well, Come. I know you have been waiting

But it’s hard to leave their tears behind.

To let them struggle alone. – Wait!

Just let me say a prayer to keep them

While they’re here. Come now. Ah yes I know you now.

How well you look. How good I feel.