i read the bible for the first time at time at this table.
in this room.
our old house in
we brought my son home from the hospital to this room, in his terry cloth p.j.s and skull-cap.
none of us knowing what we were in for.
there used to be a rocking chair in this room.
i would sing
and say, “ssshhhhhh...”
i myself learned how to hush sometimes.
to “be still and know that he is god.”
and that this is his house…
even as it is posted on craigslist.
it’s a funny, a hard thing this “letting go and letting god.”
it’s a fleshy thing
this is the work which must
and all together