Return Mail (After a Letter to Providence)
HOME
Home will always be what you cup in your hands,
protect it, trust that wild winds will break sturdy
twigs that hold teetering nests: hold what you can
in your palms, breathe life to all that land there,
even the treacherous—they, too, need this shelter
built to pitch acorn seeds from that an oak may grow.
You are an oak tree among the bramble and weeds:
sway with wild winds, as regal and gentle as you are;
your estate is the sky, reach even higher. That is home.
—Albert B. Casuga
Mississauga, ON 04-04-11
*Prompted by Luisa A. Igloria’s A Letter to Providence, Via Negativa
http://www.vianegativa.us/ and Morning Porch by Dave Bonta http://www.morningporch.com/, 04-04-11
HOME
Home will always be what you cup in your hands,
protect it, trust that wild winds will break sturdy
twigs that hold teetering nests: hold what you can
in your palms, breathe life to all that land there,
even the treacherous—they, too, need this shelter
built to pitch acorn seeds from that an oak may grow.
You are an oak tree among the bramble and weeds:
sway with wild winds, as regal and gentle as you are;
your estate is the sky, reach even higher. That is home.
—Albert B. Casuga
Mississauga, ON 04-04-11
http://www.vianegativa.us/ and Morning Porch by Dave Bonta http://www.morningporch.com/, 04-04-11
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