Home is where one starts from. As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living. Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.

Arriving from this bloody and broken world bringing my
Bruised and battered body hungry thirsty gradually dying
Asking to be fed despite my betrayal banality venality
Asking to join the others at your table and partake of
Beauty, bounty, love. Asking to be in right relationship
With you through you with all beginning with my self.