From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
How can we be at peace when
spirits’ doors are locked against it?
locked and bolted ‘gainst
we know not what but the
unknowing makes us fearful still.
Fearful of whatever lies beyond
paltry presumption of control
beyond concentrated consciousness
that knows so little
understanding even less.
Fearfulness that lies in wait
albeit quite against its will
for frequent fear is nonetheless
predictable and anxious huddling
in its shadow is more
to be desired than any sort
of openness to expectation’s
swaddling cloths of vulnerability.
How senseful that our fear
that chronic lodger
continues welcome with its stale
foul breath and stained attire
when we the landlords
with our legalese
could if we dared
advertise our “rooms to let”
and interview new prospects
always with the veto power
tightly clutched within our ring of keys.