As I sat waiting in my doctor's office earlier this week, I began toying with the idea of writing a poem where the last word of each line rhymed with home. I'm so tickled because I was able to do it!
What is Home?
Warm welcome shown
After long, weary roam
Home is being seen and known
Sheltering dome
Nourishing zone
Home is gently healing loam
When doubts start to drone
Permission to moan
Home is long, truth-telling groans
Love practiced and honed
Faith freely loaned
Home is hearts tended and sewn
Gathering of crones
who know in their bones
Home is the balm of Shalom
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