Welcome...Home
Rock-bottom covered in
Wood floors cut
From trees
Years and years grown
Under rain
And baking sun
There is
No going
Deeper
For
This Foundation rides
On fiery molten rock
Of whose power I have felt
Tired of being burned I respect
Its presence and
Its strength and usefulness:
Hot Rock cools to the Hardest Stone
Walls thank God I know you now
After years of asking
Why you were there
Trying to see through you and
Traveling your perimeter
Trying
To reach a horizon
That was
Only
In my head
I have found Home
In the limitations
Of Me
And see
That Home
Is just the Beginning
And perhaps in all our seeking
Of liberty
The boundaries of We
Are forgotten
Not
Even
Seen
Looking for space we forget
The place
We belong not
Geography
But...alchemy...
And in all of this
Stone burns
When it shifts
And change causes fault-line
Fractures where
Home becomes
No more
A place to know
But rather a place
To Be
And then
We become
One with eternity
Limitations
And All
Roofs fall in
Which separate us from Heaven
Protection gone
Illusion of safety finally
Released
How can a frame
Hold me in
And make me grateful for guidance?
Plans
Make this Home a mobile one
And with time:
Faith
Patience
Courage
and Hard Work
It becomes a thing of strength
And beauty
For its builder has lived
Through its incineration
Before
She ever
Built it.
