A silent gathering around,
at the end of a long journey of exertions all expired.
All present share equally,
the crackling explosions of wakefulness,
that emanate from the heat
of libations offered.
All present and present All.
No words to break the unitary silence.
Such a large room fully lit by just one light.
A completeness in a stilling state,
It is an invocation for us all.
To come home.
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There's something wonderful about a fireplace! It warms the toes and then the soul. Hugs, dee