The way in,
Not too tall,
That none may enter,
Standing,
Save for the child,
The inside
Carefully guarded
By a bow,
Beyond is blood,
Mud and wild,
Left as shoes
Outside the door,
Be seated,
Curl upon the floor,
Sharing breath,
The fire is warm,
Brightened by our offerings
Of kindness,
Safe from harm,
The invitation is to feel,
And in touching,
To reveal,
In gentle singing,
The whispering
Of heart to heart,
Resting,
Dreaming dreams
Of how to heal.
