Prompt for day 18: Write a glosa.  What a great challenge!  Use a four-line epigram from a favorite poet.  Write a four-stanza poem, ten lines each.  The four lines of the epigram provide the last line of each stanza.  Lines 6, 9, and 10 in each stanza rhyme.  I panicked.  I froze.  And then the adrenaline kicked in.  What fun!

“If these words can do anything
I say bless this house
with stars.

Transfix us with love.”  ~~Joy Harjo, “The Creation Story”

Let love be born in us and borne in us.
Let the stars fall on us and into us.
Let us be the memory of their light
the story of the stars remembering themselves
so that we will remember our own beginning,
that we may always hear them sing,
that we may shine their signs among us,
a web of story drawn between us.
Let it be in the hope they bring,
if these words can do anything.

If they can shelter,
if we can find our winding way
through the crooked paths to the truth
to find some meaning in the signs
that bind us to each other,
to read it in some oracle, to scry, to dowse
to hear it in the songs of stars,
in the echo in our hearts
to pronounce the benediction, in whispers, in shouts:
I say bless this house,

This house, this farm, this town.
Bless this whole chaotic messy world,
all these proud, these tragic,
these hopeful, shameful,
wounded, healing hearts,
this landscape scarred by wars,
ravaged by avarice.
Rain healing down–
fill hearts, and lakes and jars
with stars

Falling and shining,
giving birth to the world
again and again,
to wash the world clean,
to crack open the heart,
release the dove
to carry the seeds of a new beginning,
transform our hearts
from outside, below, within and above:
Transfix us with love.