Take off your muddied work coat
toiling so hard to make yourself something else
Stop shouting for the knocking to finish
you need simply to open the door
Someone will hand you a rich moist cake
and say, the time for celebration has come
Time for you to rest, my friend
your searching has come to an end
Open the door and come right in
You will find the handle
on the inside of your heart
Someone has left the light on
with a note to welcome you home
Take off your dusty traveler's clothes
leave them right there on the road
Someone will run you a long hot bath
and say, you can soak as long as you need
Hear the knocking of your soul
asking you to answer the door
Leave your taskmaster’s clothes on the doorstep
as someone has laid out your artist’s clothes
They are clean and bright
smelling expectant and new
waiting patiently here for you
Someone has turned back and warmed your bed
fragrant pillows to welcome you in
An old familiar voice hums to you soft and low
And sings
Do you not know how fine you are?
Do you not know how fine?
It’s time to come home and rest, my friend
It’s time to come in from the cold.
- Jane O'Shea (previously Jane Pujji)
