Houses, Hidden and Transformed

Some days, I am a house, hidden by the overgrowth of greenery.

November 2011

Perhaps I am the bike, abandoned by the side of the house.

I look for the door, the way out of stasis, the portal to a new place.

I listen for the wind moving across the water, the wind that can show me a new direction.

I hold fast to the promise that all can be redeemed, an old house transformed into a pottery studio.

The same house, Feb. 2014

I pray to our God of clay and fire.

Let me similarly be transformed.

Let me see the vision that's in the distance, the transformations that have already begun.