Returning

and my window on the world
opens once more
as my returning
fingers
pressing the neatly
ordered keys
release the catch
that lets me in
and returning
I listen to the words
falling shortly onto the page
and revisit the words
that fell this way before
and my tears flow
in cleansing flood
for hidden here
awaiting my return
are words left by a hand
that touches me with grace
and gold
and saves the best for last
and welcomes me in
whenever I return
and no condemnation
and no sighs
just arms wide open
and come inside
and grace pours out
through the window
now re-opened
and my heart returns
once more