The Sky is on Fire

What is home but a place with a roof, walls and a foundation that is sure

A place where our weary souls can find rest and peace

If we can grasp the meaning of this four-letter word then we maybe we can begin appreciating home a bit more

Mother

Father

Sister

Brother

A life filled with wholeness and love,

Fire lit to warm my icy hands

Food for my growling tummy

And prayers for my rocky path

Home though a simple word sometimes eludes even the best of us

and having no roots, we struggle to conquer and find a place where we can call home

Perhaps it is a good thing that we all don’t have it

Maybe it’s only after we’ve lost that we can begin to honor home.