Do we have to be away
to find home?
Not the mortgaged
two cars in the driveway
double-income kind of dwelling
I’m talking peace
in the heart, comfort
in the soul, blessed home
I have felt Presence
in nature, witnessed Spirit
in a newborn’s eyes
beheld reverence in a dying
sister’s final breath – fleeting
glimpses, nothing solid
I seek an eternal sense
of belonging, of atonement
to radiate a knowing, holy calm
Don’t speak to me of books
or passages, or a brother
with the voice of God
The home I seek is
an inner sanctum
a whisper, a cry
a longing answered
only in moments of pure
simplicity, in stillness
this noise we create
this distancing, is only fear
and forgetting: products
of original separation
a projection of abandonment
remembering, experiencing
the numinous, the sacred other
brings me back home
and I am no longer lost.
(Finding Home was first published here in February of 2017. I resubmit an edited version for Reena’s Xploration challenge: sacred space. Image my own.)