Welcome Home

Searching for a home and
how foolish of me to miss
the train; I’m already home.
Crossing the threshold is a warm hug.

Spring lingers on the wick
and gently hides in my sheets.
The windows are always open
and so is the door.

My home has my heart and the
residents are as transient as
the leaves riding the breeze,
and as sure as the beams I dwell beneath.

May the roof cover me and
may the walls bear my secrets.
My home is as joyous as the brook
and as sturdy as the pines.

Oh Lord if ever I am withered,
if ever I am cold,
if the sun is covered in clouds,
please reach down and replant me
in the garden my roots first left.
In that soil make me strong and
remind me of every angel who’s
hands have tilled those grounds.
Please Lord, breathe softly on my
head so I may bloom for you once more.
Amen.

Welcome home.