Curtains hung over the bedroom doors
drying for summer
and smelling of Lysol,
brushed by a half-spring breeze
whisked in through open windows
along with three laughing voices
playing in the dirty melting snow
and splashing in the puddles.
Splashing, till mother notices with a scolding voice
and calls them to the bathroom
to fill a tub with foaming bubbles,
for a warmer, cleaner playing
where they sit and splash as mother works
to scrub, dust, and vacuum,
preparing home for father’s return.
Much like you, oh gentle Spirit
clean me from my staining
to make me a ready home
for full and final salvation
with my heart, body, and soul
all dressed in summer glory
for their soon-coming Savior.
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