Worthlessness skulks about in duplicitous sheets cloaking us in unlined clouds.
Does worth hide in chicken stew, twice-cooked beans, chocolate chip banana bread?
Does worth hide in freshly laundered clothes, recycled containers, sparkling countertops?
Your true nature is preciousness, even at rest.
Come comfort this hurried heart
with love and kindness
this tired heart
with quick forgiveness
this beating heart
with solid restfulness;
uncover the pricelessness
beneath these worthless days
beneath these screams and shouts;
show me green shoots sprouting
through this drenched earth,
massive oaks and maples,
beech trees popping newborn leaves
into this rain-soaked air.
I slip too-small clothes into
white plastic bags marked with
age and size in black ink and knot their
red ties closed while my life changes
in an instant, in one long instant.
Come comfort this quiet heart
and hear its song, inaudible to me.