We all hope to understand truths

while acknowledging secrets

we might look inside the world of time

to find an artifact, a memory,

-a childhood rite of passage-

reunion, delight, gathering, loss, solace

in all of our travels somewhere it is where we call home

~

This too will always remain strong

in mind when reflection offers time

to understand our lives

where we began

who it is we come from

how far we might travel now

knowing a foundation of love began

in the arms and eyes and laughter

… family …

~

When visitors would arrive,

smiles would always ensue

a welcome of many generations

wise

lovely elegance

childhood laughter

the pangs of understanding who we are

began here

wherever we go tomorrow

we can always return

our own personal spiritual mecca

~

home is peace