A woman’s welcome

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Come home,
lay down your weapon,
rest.

Feel my hands upon your head.
The pure water from my chalice,
pour clean your weary soul.

The prayers of my touch upon your skin,
my body the land you fought for,
take ease, peace,
and succor in my flesh.

Sheath blade
and heart
within the safe shelter of my faith
in you.
Rest these burdens that you carry,
lay them at my feet
and place your weary head upon my lap.

Let me shelter you,
who has sheltered us all.
Pour clean your heart,
leave behind your haunting dreams.

I will guard you as you sleep
a sentinel to your peaceful slumber,
my hands the boatman’s vessel.
Let there be dark quiet
and restful homecoming.
Wake new to the world
you have made.

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duddle146duddle146about 17 years ago
restful

Let your homecoming be quiet and restful ~ Sleep - then awaken refreshed.

LeBrozLeBrozover 17 years ago
~~

The strength of a woman is always there

Offering comfort to weary souls...

AnonymousAnonymousover 17 years ago
boring boring borrring

read the title

The Mystery ValiantThe Mystery Valiantalmost 18 years ago
Excellent!

I can't really say just what it is that makes your poem stand out. But it is marked! It is ribboned! Marvelously cloying! I feel a kind of warmth and soul in those words and their finite structure. I measure a blessing in those elegant phrases and Stanzas! Absolutely tremendous!

saw_man1saw_man1almost 18 years ago
My first image

was that of a knight home from battle but then realized that the descriptions could easily be a metaphor for a businessman coming home, briefcase in hand. Wonderful imagry.

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