A Divine Presence

The place between reality and my longing. Hiraeth.

You live within my soul; on every action I take.

Stumbling or dancing, the part of me that always knows the way.

Regardless of mistakes, to which I kneel down and pray.

Reside in my heart, on my words, in my arms,

My lover, mother, family, friend, source beyond the stars.

Your ever living presence call to me, my fire keeper.

In times of dire apathy, you lift me away from the reaper.

Home is where the heart is, where you dwell in all your bliss.

Whether alone, with loved ones, or in life’s adventurous abyss.

The lighthouse in the storm, the umbrella in the rain.

The caress of a companion, in the loss of grief and pain.

Home is a lightning rod, to ground me through the torrent.

As well as the food that sustains me, during times of forced Lent.

Meager in stature, so simple by design.

It takes no money or hard work, but love truly Divine.

It is a place that I remember, though never quite reach in person.

Except for inside of myself, in every situation.

Hardship knows no boundaries; the curve balls take their toll.

With you, living inside me, I will know only love and share it with the world.

May this light shine within me, the mirror of Home.

The place we all return to, once our bodies are gone.

Twinkle in my eye, glimpse of the passionate fire in my chest.

Home is shared in an instant, when we remember to be our best.

So, smile at the stranger, forgive the hardest offense.

Leave judgement to the Heavenly Courts,

Show people Home in every act of kindness you commence.