Monday, July 22, 2013

Of Coming Home

My mind is on Home this morning... it makes that monstrous soiled laundry heap a little bit more sweet:)

Of all the sights our ventures boast
No matter where these miles may roam
One destiny surpasses most
None measures up with coming home

Of portals exotic and grand
Of mountaintops or castle-dome
Or turquoise waves washing the sand
Nothing replaces coming home

We leave its solace to employ
Love’s kind responsibility
But, oh the sweet and humble joy
Of coming home is heavenly

Someday, beyond life’s painted hall
Of tear and toil, of loss and loam
We will embrace once and for all
The utter joy of coming Home

© Janet Martin

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