Home is not always a beautiful word,
Especially when you’re trapped far away,
And fear envelops, chaos singing a tune of chaos.
And on those days when home is far away,
Hope being a distant memory,
May a love so pure
So potent
Guide you to the place where your soul-body-mind-everything
Can rest in the gentleness that it deserves
May peace be the bread that you eat
And kindness be the water that you drink
On your way back home where you belong
And if nobody is there waiting for you,
I pray that you know that it is ok to come home
To yourself
Robert Monson