Home is Where The Heart is

Where do I feel safe?

Where do I feel whole?

Where can I find myself without the slightest empty?

That is where you find home?

That is your challenge to me?

Is it in a church, cathedral, mosque?

It is for many more than many.

But it is not home for me.

I believe in God.

But the buildings supposedly inhabited by gods?

That is not my home.

Is it in the schools and buildings of learning?

I believe in Science.

I find History vital to the future.

I believe that Math shows us how God thinks.

That is not my home.

I lay down with my children to cuddle them to sleep.

I feel immense love.

I know that I would sacrifice all.

I am not home.

I look at the joy my wife feels in family.

I love her smile more than my own breath.

I understand it.

I agree with it.

I am still without rest.

My home rests within me.

My home is a constant sea of internal unrest.

My home is without peace.

My home is with pain.

My home is the madness inside of me.

My home is the eye of a beautiful storm.

I know no other way than to exist in madness.

What do you call it?

I call it…

…home