Here is Home

Here is Home,
Where the heart of the hearth sits in comfort,
Surrounded by trust in the flicker of light,
That comes not from combustion and fire,
But from all the good words given for free.

Where is Home?
When time flows like sweeping water,
That makes those good words momentary,
Filling the drain of past that is full of memory,
Deciding my movement when I am stationary.

Here is Home,
Where the love for Truth is the Truth of hate,
A level land of thinking which nurtures that fire,
With Balance and Beauty in line with that water,
Upon the firm Earth that enjoys the air for free.

Where is Home?
When too often I must sadly give that Goodbye?
When attachment itself reveals to be temporary,
And when detachment becomes the way to greet?
When Life’s theme is unrest and Death’s is peace?

Here is Home,
Here is Home,
Here is Home,
In Balance, Good Word and Divine Company