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The Fifth Holy Night ~ The Gift of Home

This place…



these hand hewn timbers
hold and shelter me
within nested rooms
where I rest,
live, laugh, cook,
and sleep…


These oak floors
soak up the river of my tears
and gleam with a worn patina
of many paths crossed…
This is where I dream,
create, unravel, and create again…
All things center
at my hearth...


and anchor me to my heart,
where from my couch…


I encounter wild and dangerous places…
I slip aboard a ship around the galaxy,
where there is no time or space
and meet people yet to be…
I return to inherited morning coffee...


sumptuous and simple meals,
where alchemy of a different kind take place
between friends and family
who gather here with me
beneath these hand hewn timbers,
in my home...

This post was inspired by Lynn Jericho's Eighth Year of Inner Christmas ~The Twelve Gifts. This is my offering for the fifth gift ~ the gift of home.