You are a candle lighting the darkness
You are perfume changing the atmosphere
You are confident and unashamed to
Offer the poor and the stranger silver
Trays of healing cordials and living bread
Your story is only in the middle—
Really, it has just begun; title page
Revealing how every disappointment
Every displacement and every loss are
Careful threads at the back of the Persian
Carpet, which, though pulled out from beneath your
Feet, will in time become the flying kind
Over many tribes and tongues and nations
Daughter you become the heir apparent
Of a story only unexpected
Journeys could contain, for the tears and sighs
From which most youth are sheltered came to you
Early, a severe mercy to make space
For all you are destined to inherit—
The first and foremost treasure being joy
And peace so deep it is a work of art
To behold; healing to the heart you reach
And strength to the limbs you touch and restore.
Crowns to you and all those you commission.
A home that’s yours to hold and beautify.
Never to depart, never a goodbye.
- Photo copyright Marco Mayer , # 10405239.