by Elaine Sorrentino
My path has strayed far from the house but not so far that I cannot still discern the yellow front porch light. From a distance, its appearance is welcoming, a safe haven from the evils that poison our delicate minds and souls, but drifting has released my clenched eyes, unearthing a beautiful world of possibilities, unquestionable acceptance of dissimilarities the epitome of what God’s utopia looks like - one shared humanity, harmonious existence. Lord, make me a means of your peace. I am neither innocent nor malleable such as when I first wandered away, having witnessed too much to expunge the revelation. Returning, I find the light still on yet the entry code has changed, I am an outsider in my own home struggling to find my new place at table I notice things I did not before detect; there is an undeniable crack in the wall.
Elaine Sorrentino, Communications Director at South Shore Conservatory, Hingham, MA, has been published in Minerva Rising, Willawaw Journal, Glass: A Journal of Poetry, The Ekphrastic Review, Writing in a Women’s Voice, Global Poemic, ONE ART: a journal of poetry, Haiku Universe, and has won the monthly poetry challenge at wildamorris.blogspot.com.
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I think it isbeautiful.
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