Poem written mid September 2006

At last,
gone,
but forever forged within,
abide, which has not abidden,
lost
to the machinations
institutions
false intuitions
of simple friendship
was not enough,
for me,
more,
all of my potential
to be explored,
shared,

a doer,
trying to find home,
When home doesn't come,
a doer must make the home.

God's love is THE home,
abiding,
trying,
humanity and spirituality,
spiritual home,
human home,
community to come,
from this union,
foundation,
given as gift
received and cherished
and this trip.