On Opening Our Home to Another Soul

On Opening Our Home to Another Soul

Francine VanWoudenberg Sikkema

When I consider how this blessed abode
With our own souls feels filled and so is full—
Whole days speed by with nary any lull—
Why would we want to now increase the load?

What madness to presume to wend a road
Wide with weary wiles and still to pull
Wistfully here another miracle
Whose being to us mortals will be owed!

Whatever one may say, one can’t deny
With heavy heart that children do exist
Weighed down—or crushed—by their unwantedness.
Whence such desire? Our own hearts do not cry,
Weakened with each wretchedness dismissed
While willing love to openly profess.

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Francine VanWoudenberg Sikkema
Poet & Editor

Francine is a home educator, freelance editor, and poet who is redeeming her own education as she explores the classical tradition with her children. She enjoys reading aloud, listening to audio dramas, cycling, and cross-cultural living experiences.

Photography by Mak JP