Fire Hearth Hymn.

Bread maker thumping.

Kettle humming.

Washing, softly, swishing, bumping.

Hot sun smiles on sheets all flapping.

In pools of summer, cats are napping.

Peace descends like silent heaven.

The old clock marches onto seven.

The day is done, this holy thing.

A prayer beyond what angels sing.

The smoke ascends like offered praise.

To our Friend of higher ways.

Pass through our portal, share our space.

Fill our home with love and grace.

From our tasks, Your alter weave.

Come live with us and never leave.

Poem © R.M. Hamilton. Cottage picture is listed as public domain under google images.