Hearth Keeper
Heart Keeper
Lady of the Quiet Morning Hours
So quickly I slip
From sleeping into striving
Till Your gentle arriving
Reminds me as I lay
Wilted and wired
That nothing, nothing
Nothing is required
To enter Your House of Belonging
No formula, no prayer
No encrypted passcode
No solemn spoken vow
Your Hearth is Always Here
Your Heart is Always Now
Your Door, Your Arms
Ever Open and Warm
No shutting out
No cold shoulder
You speak Mercy
Comfort and Grace
Christlit Beauty
Your Kindly Face
Your Healing Hands
Hold me safe and loved
And carefully sift the sands
of my sorrow
So perhaps I may wake
A bit lighter tomorrow.
~Cheryl Anne
part of the painting “Star of the Sea”, by Carol Ann Curran, which hangs over my bed.
Brigid's Hearth 
Perhaps to awake with less sorrow… more energy… more hope…
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