(In the last days of
the month of July 2009).
Dust hangs in the air.
Cardboard boxes stacked high
Fill the empty room.
Dingy walls exposed.
Every object touched, examined,
Appraised by light.
Lay aside every encumbrance
The sin which so easily entangles us
Let us run with endurance
Hidden corners now revealed,
Embellished rugs pulled out,
Closets emptied.
The stains and cracks,
Peeling paint, chipped tile,
Illuminated lie bare.
Spider webs and bobby pins,
Popcorn kernels, bottle caps,
Pennies on the floor.
The lost are found,
Forgotten remembered,
Fallen uplifted.
Pilgrims on the earth
Seeking a homeland
A heavenly one
All temporal is shed,
Unburdened and released,
Lightened so to soar.
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