Homecoming

Standing within the remnants of these smoldering
walls, I bleed out with each tear that falls.
A sacred place where the ghosts of the past
reach out and speak to me.

A man and a woman talk in a low whisper.
Children are laughing.  The sound of joy and pain
resonates from those who lived here before.
Soon I feel a blanket of comfort surround me,
like lying still in a lover's arms.

The destruction of this house was swift and complete
and no match for any man, however nothing could
touch it's core.
The foundation of this home is solid and
cannot be adulterated.  It stands firm in faithfulness.
Dreams and desires are intact and forever present.

Cremated  remains of meaningless possessions lay
waste in thick ash that cover the surrounding soil.
Gentle yet persistent new life pushes through, yearning
for the warm touch of the sun, in a lovely hallelujah to
the blue sky above.

The secrets here of the unknown are no longer kept.

Most see carelessness and neglect where I stand.
A home forgotten by the unforgiving hand of tragedy,
but I see this as the place where the beautiful things dwell.