My Home

I have a home that you can’t see,And I go there often in my mind.But don’t be deceived,Though I find it through imagination,It is more real than anything you’ll find in this world.It’s foundations reach deep into the bedrock of my soulAnd touch the beginning, the first intent, the source of all creation.It is my eternal home. It is where I choose to live my life.And there, I house my family, my blood, my kin,And every lost and broken soul I find along the road.And in that place, we are not separated by the deceit of what appears.We are one in the knowledge of our best intent.We are united in the sacrifice we choseWhen we came to this life knowingThat we would fall from love And be treacherous to each other To spite our best intents to do otherwise.And there, His grace binds us up in what we wereAnd what we truly are and will be when lesser homes have disappeared.