Thirteen


What holds the world together

is a field of love called Home.

Your cells remember this primal place

and seek it every day.

Yet Home is not all comfort.

When familiar beauty fades,

I am with you still

in the decomposing bone,

the melt of glaciers, searing fire,

the slow grind of stone on stone.

This is the fullness of our song.

Let everything be welcomed Home.

 
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