15 January 2019

Postcard 156

Heathen hordes are swarming at the gate! Bar it, buttress the wall. Good faith is through for the huddled sick and poor. See what happens when you leave open your front door!

Ok, I will. I will leave the door unlocked to my home. Its old, it barely closes anyway, cockeyed with warm smudged paint and leaning old wood bones. We have no foyer, no wide and empty halls. Just a busy kitchen, little living room, three fogged glass bedrooms and some pictures on the walls. We have very little here to steal, and what we have we freely give: books and food and whiskey, conviviality, and snuggles from us our cat our dogs our kids. Of things that warm a cold and weary soul and body, we have a bounty. Take them please, they are free.

But there are wicked people in the world. with strong hands for violence, tongues and eyes bred for treachery and lies

Perhaps, but still, I will leave my front door open. See, my house is filled with life: warm bodies living, wayfaring most days and nights. A wealth that's value defends itself, that cannot be idle in safe in bag on shelf. And finally, around us is a neighborhood sharing more than gated threat. It is a known community. Our street flows with good will and looking out.

Yes I will leave my front door open and see what will happen. Though I know already -- we will be safe as life and take its risks as given

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