Housekeeping to Heaven

By , August 30, 2012 6:54 AM

What stories could these hands tell?


Frame me

with reason

in a better light,

so the patina

of age looks

more like wisdom

and less like wrinkles.


Shine me

to soft glows.

Let my eyes twinkle

and these gnarly hands

of age look

strong and able

and less like claws.


Sweep me

free of dust.

Open me.

Let sunshine and breeze

fill my heart –

more like Springtime,

and less like Fall.


Place me

justly so.

Distill from my days

faith leading to heaven.

Make death seem

more like future

and less like loss.


Copyright 2012 Brett Valentine Winn

2 Responses to “Housekeeping to Heaven”

  1. Sunshine says:

    Beautiful. I love the picture and the words. Would you be okay with me using your picture and words in my classroom during my poetry unit?

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