Home Poem by Mary Champion

Home!
Sanctuary for those who have found it
but an aching longing
for those who have not.

The one place we belong -
a perfect fit for our soul,
accommodating all our eccentricities.

Home!
Where we never have to pretend,
where we can relax into our true selves -
warts and all.

Every living creature needs a place -
the place that is our journey's end,
where kindred spirits surround us.

Home!
There are no maps to show the way;
the satnav offers no guidance.
All we can do is follow our nose.

At the end of the day,
when our lessons are learned
and our work is done,
we will make our weary way
to the warm harbour
where our spirit feels the welcome
that only Home can offer.