Somewhere there is a place

Somewhere there is a place

with a porch and a chair and a view

of grass and trees and sunlight

touching flowers bending under

the weight of dew. 

Somewhere there is a place

with room for many friends

hugging and laughing and praying.

With room enough for their 

enormous hearts.

Somewhere there is a place

where light does not enter

without blessing. Where breezes

tussle hair like mothers. 

Where silence is not death but life.

Somewhere there is a place 

where hands feel what they touch,

where feet thank the earth for 

holding them up, where minds 

descend from the brain to the heart.

Somewhere there is a place 

where calluses act as rosary

beads, where grease and car oil

are sacramental elements, 

where souls are cleansed by dish soap

Somewhere there is a place

where the table bears

the sustenance and the chairs bear

the life. Where food has the same 

origin as man: the dust.

Somewhere there is place 

where there is no gain,

where there is no loss,

there is only God.

Somewhere there is such a place,

May God's grace make it here.