Home is built precisely where our hearts beat
Rarely where it’s planned
Over and over our lives through
Rebuilt each time with more seasoned timber
You’ll stand on home’s debris from time to time
When walls fall away with welcome shifts
or a careless moment
or agonizing choice
When you can’t be found there
Or you can’t find your way
When doors seem sealed against your
hunger to be home
I’ll remind you - touch your chest
Your heartbeat is my knock
Where broken pieces are less broken
Honesty and anger earn their same respect
Where unreserved authenticity is welcome
even when it’s late
Remember the love more than the pain
Where our hearts beat
Is Home