There are many ways to come home —
driving a truck north through the rain,
building a fire, centering thought
In each place called home
there are needs to meet
and ways we are met
So we have come home,
today, as many days.
Tomorrow we will come home again,
from where we have been,
in tomorrow’s ways
We seek the same thing
and we find it,
ever the same, ever new.
©Wendy Mulhern
October 26, 2018
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