The House of Truth Telling

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A woman who lives in a house built on sand

tells time with a clock

though time doesn’t matter

because she isn’t at now;

she’s paying bills next Saturday

and buying sleeping pills at the drugstore

on her way home from work.

She thrives on the swarming bees of her appetites

because they’re the only thing that makes her feel alive.

 

I want to live in a house built on rock

where poems and prayers echo down the halls

and the undulations of my private rhythms

tell time in consultation with the sun.

I am neither nice nor mean here –

in this house generosity is measured

by how much truth you tell.

The rooms hold all you have to give;

the smoke of it wafts out the chimney

and blossoms into shapes as if the house itself

were blowing smoke rings into the fine cold sky

for everyone to see.

In the desk drawer of this house

the account book tallies silence,

its value when the heart yearns for it

and its cost when one with truth to tell

is hushed or drowned out.

In this house I am a servant with no master

and a queen with no subjects.

This house will weather storm and flood,

and an earthquake will rock it

like a babe in her mother’s arms.

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Mary Camille Thomas

Mary Camille Thomas is a native of Santa Cruz, California who considers herself lucky to be back after living in Davis, Germany, Los Angeles, Holland, and on the road in a motorhome. She is a librarian by profession, but wanted to be a writer almost from the time she learned how to read. Her poetry has appeared in Sisters Singing: Blessings, Prayers, Art, Songs and Sacred Stories by Women, and she is currently working on a collection of poems of the spirit.

2 thoughts on “The House of Truth Telling”

  1. LOVE this Mary! I can see it included, somehow, in your upcoming novel…. and the idea of “generosity being measured by how much truth you tell”—-Thank you for this lovely reflection.

    On Sat, Jul 23, 2016 at 5:28 PM, The Kingdom of Enough wrote:

    > Mary Camille Thomas posted: ” A woman who lives in a house built on sand > tells time with a clock though time doesn’t matter because she isn’t at > now; she’s paying bills next Saturday and buying sleeping pills at the > drugstore on her way home from work. She thrives on the swar” >

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