facination with words

Home is probably one of my favorite words. ... I found this in a notebook (I usually try and rip out the pages of my little yellow pad so I can file the keepers and throw the rest away):

Homeless in America

I have prayed and been in prayer
and seen my fears entombed
in the image of homelessness,
without place in the world.
I am going home.

OPEN

Open a door,
that I might come in.

Any door?
No, no, no ...

No hole in the wall,
no luxury of experience
no fine dining

just laundry, labor and love ...

A home.

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