Only four
letters but they contain the world,
A place
where one is their truest and most real.
The locus of
life in its widest berth,
Where body,
soul, and spirit
Shine in
their brightest, most radiant hues.
Home is a
simple place,
Where the
sights, sounds, and smells
Pile upon
one another over the years
Forging
memories that remain strong
And motivate
us in the outside world-
Whether for
good or ill depends upon
What occurs
in the ticking minutes and days
Of life in
this captured space of intimate living...
Home is a
family place,
Where
husbands, wives,
Fathers,
mothers,
Children-daughters, sons-
Grandparents,
Aunts, Uncles, Cousins,
Come to
roost together;
Kaleidoscoping
gatherings
Throughout
years of singleness,
Newly-wedding,
Newly-wedding,
Babying
years that grow young adults,
Middle years
of alternating work and rest,
Aging golden
years of
Family that
swells and shrinks,
But always
remains part of what makes
Home our own Home.
Home our own Home.
Home is a
friendly place,
Where friends
and neighbors
Walk through
welcoming doors,
Where the
table is spread and spread again
With fare
humble or a feast
But always
blessed when broken and shared.
Home is a
laughing place where
The walls
echo with the sounds of joy.
Home is a
weeping place where
Tears are
shed and dried without shame.
Home is a
singing place where
Music fills
the hidden hollows with beauty.
Home is a
working placed where
Sweat ends
the day in tasks well done.
Home is a
resting place where
Bodies are
renewed in restful ways.
Home is a
place where it is safe to try
And figure
things out;
Like “why am
I here?” or
“Where do
babies come from?
Or just to
be content with not knowing
But still being alive.
But still being alive.
Home is a
place where the juices of life
Are the ripest and sweetest;
Are the ripest and sweetest;
Where the
sound of clattering dishes in the sink,
Or the feel
of clean sheets,
Or the view
out the window,
Or the voice
calling from the back yard,
Or the good-morning-it’s
a great-day smell of
Breakfast on the griddle,
Breakfast on the griddle,
Or the
peaceful breathing of children asleep,
Or the
letter that arrives
Lying expectantly on the table,
Lying expectantly on the table,
Or a thousand
and one other things
Masquerade as common,
Masquerade as common,
But in
reality are golden pieces of a rich life.
Home is
sometimes a place where sandpaper days
Shape
awkward or hard edges
That need
refining, reshaping with the intent of
Being real
and loving without malice
Or harbored
resentments,
A creeping transformation
where
Daily living
urges us to better things
And sweet
implementation of our
Noblest dreams and intentions.
Noblest dreams and intentions.
Home is a
word that,
Whether often said out loud,
Whether often said out loud,
Or only quietly
permeating
The background of our lives,
The background of our lives,
Is more
important to our well-being and living
Than any other
accomplishment;
Whether of
power, wealth, discovery, or craft.
Home is a
place that goes with you,
Landing,
nesting, surviving wherever the
River of
Life bends your journey toward
Your eternal
home where one final day
You will
discover that the
Joy of being
a child at home-
Loved, cared
for, untroubled-
Was a
beautiful prelude to
God’s
never-ending surprises
In a Home
where unending
Life and
Peace abound.
One day
Jesus told his friends that
He was going
on to this new home
To prepare a
place for them and us;
A place where
life with the Father welcomed
And
untroubled all hearts
Whose footsteps entered through its doors.
Whose footsteps entered through its doors.
Puzzled
Thomas wondered how to
Find his way to this home.
Find his way to this home.
With tender
eyes and gentle cadence Jesus
Revealed
where to find
The key to that golden home,
The key to that golden home,
“I am the
way, and the truth, and the life.
No one comes
to the Father
Except through me.”
Except through me.”
Love and
Home-
Two small
words
With a world
of meaning,
Good Lord,
lead us to
Love and
Home
Today and
always.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
MUSIC LINKS
Bluebirds in Our Back Yard (with the piano solo "This Is My Father's World")
Scenes around our home this week ...
Scenes around our home this week ...
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