Spare Roomby Karsten Piper
Rest here now in this quiet room. Gather your weary legs under you, and settle down on the woven pile, among the arabesque. The white plaster walls riffle clean enough to comfort, washed in the shadows of amethyst, of loess, of the deep Mediterranean rug. A lily, a lion’s mane, a rose couch in the central floret, wool and silk reflecting all the dome of heaven. Blue tendrils reach across warm beige and ivory— crowns for heaven, cloths to wipe away the tears, the whole green earth, a feast of spotless cups and silver, mercy-breezes, pure polished glass, a peaceful father’s lap, the prophets’ diaries of gladness. All this surrounds you; rest and wait. © 2007 by Karsten Piper. All rights reserved.