photo by Andrew Buchanan

Love Always Finds Me

Love always finds me.
She bustles into the heart I am trying to clear
removing debris
with a bright blue kerchief on her head
helps me carry out the broken chair to the curb
that was too heavy for me to carry on my own
pitches in with a broom
when I’m sitting, overwhelmed
in my newly empty soul home
reminds me that the windows will be brighter with a good washing and some curtains
brings me casseroles until I remember
how to feed myself again
how to feel myself again

love finds me always
and when She sits down for a rest
I see that I have enough
that I have room.