Her House

Up with the sun squinting through the trees,
then out on the road heading east
as the light rises over frozen lakes and ponds
and further still above marshland and waterway,
until, at the hour of my birth—
that first separation of mother from child
and child from womb—
I arrive—
at the great expanse of the sea,
feeling beside her bitter, jagged coast,
grief and homecoming, clarity and release,
while suddenly understanding:

I will dwell in her house, forever, forever and ever.
As it was in the Beginning,
is now and ever shall be.
World without end.

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