Making Home

The vestibule of the heart holds me again like I am someone worthy of this much love. I have suppressed my voice for so long it is clear that I have shaved the marrow of time from my bones toward the end of all days and in the sound of my words. But the truth of spirit stood next to me on this day spoke with the clarity of a solar burst and burned through the fog in an instant in the words "No more." No more silence. No more getting by. No more swallowing bitter herbs that do no good. I am worthy of this home I have made in the sun. I am the keeper of this much joy in fragrant lilies. I am the mother of abundant skies that open to the smiles of my children's beautiful minds.