May a Place be Made
May a place be made for him who draws near,
for him who is cold and deprived of a home,
for him who is tempted by the sound of a lamp,
by the illuminated doorway of a solitary house.
And if he be anguished and still full of fatigue,
may words of healing be said to him again.
For what does a heart, once silent, now need,
if not words to be both a sign and a prayer,
like a little fire seen suddenly in the night,
like a table glimpsed in a destitute house?
Translated from French by Paul Weinfield, © 2015
Photo by Gary Briechle