This poem of mine was published this week in the Christian Science Sentinel.
To me, home is not a place, but much rather the spiritual rest and wholeness of arriving
in our true selves--in Soul.
Navigate me home through desires let go and a more silent heart that lets Your direction fall like the morning dew and blossom up.
Hold me close until I wake to see an endless horizon where the surface of struggle breaks into a calm surrender.
Father-Mother Love, gentle and warm, You are the destination and the now; You hold me through the storm; You are the author of my life, the home I call my own.