Contemplative Poem Twenty

O true Inn,
O true resting place,
O true home of my home,
O water of a hundred dusty hands,
Magnify your heart!

O only home by the side of the road,
Every washbowl speaks of comfort,
(our hands and feet are cleansed anew),
Invite us!

O invitation of the open door,
O abode of people in the night,
Your hospitality!

O Yesteryears by lantern light,
O Nocturnal refuge from craggy height,
O Long plank tables piled high with food,
O Wine that lasts the night,
O Oil upon the head is poured,
We will stay!

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