Come. come, whoever you are,
Wanderer, worshipper,
Lover of leaving-- it doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair,
Come, even if you have broken your vows
A hundred times, a thousand times.
come, come again, come
Rumi
There is no object so foul that intense light will not make it beautiful.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
photograph © Martha Borders 2004
