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