I am ready to take on faith
your good heart,
your pure soul —
I am sure that the worth
of your talents, your quirks
is inestimable —
critical part of the balance
in which all life spins
So my only other question is:
What is it like to stand
in the room of you?
How will you hold us,
how will you shelter
those that stand with you?
Do you know
how to hold a hearth,
a warm place of peace?
Or can you make yourself at home in mine?
If so, I’m in.
©Wendy Mulhern
November 8, 2012
Whoa, I like the inquiring voice of this poem!
Hey, isn't there an “a” missing from line 7? Or “an” in the previous line?
<3 <3