Poem October 29, 1979 Issue

Being home

BARBARA M. JOHNSTON

I am home now,
not just on my way
or toward,
not always trying to bore a hole in heaven.

I'm not a homing pigeon,
endlessly in transit, or
a falcon straining to
hear the falconer.

I exist at the still center
of all that God, Life, is.
I feel the rhythm of inspiration
and know that I am in the
midst of all that knows my name.
Soul's hearth is always ablaze
and knows no travelers,
no departures,
nor even homecomings.

BARBARA M. JOHNSTON

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