fling wide, you ancient doors

may every inch
of my being
be your home

you’ll be coming ‘round the corner
take a tour
gentle gaze receiving 

see the untold places
uncurated — hidden from prowlers
pouncing with proclamations
clawing to condone condemnation

see the untold places
furnished in willfulness
old sheets shuttering shards of light
masking burgeoning beauty

see the untold places
dark corners draped
by shame and regret painful
memories sticking
like black mold to baseboard backside

see the untold places
hoarding piles fueled
by just-in-case inventory and one-click i-want-it cravings
squeezed into every crevice—nospacetobreath

see the untold places
hallway closets locked
by resentment and unforgiveness
t i p t o e past— fearful of what may spill
out through the cracks

through the untold places
you walk with assurance and calm
churning landscape stilled

open the blinds!
light the fire!
spread the banquet!

light every room
no place untouched
I bend to you
make me yours

welcome home

Written by Scott Moore
Illustrated by Landon Wideman

Inspired March 2020