Consecration

The date indicates this was written half a year after Evelyn lost her last family member, her mother. Is it literal, a gift for a friend's home? Or does it represent her family, seemingly perfect here on earth and now domiciled in its heavenly home?

Consecration

For love of Thee,

We built this home

On the wind-swept dome

Of an eastern hill,

Where the dawn splashes

Its purple gashes

Upon our window-sill.

Out of dark earth

And pale timber –

For love of Thee!

White as sea-foam are its walls,

Green-bordered with sea,

And wide its halls,

Love-deep as Thee.

Bless the wind’s brush

In the twilit hush

As it dusts our larkspur bloom.

Light our hearth,

With immortal timber

Each radiant room,

Love, awaits Thee,

Awaits but Thee.

Evelyn Coffey

2/16/39