Home is ....?

Is that our home, there, where we hang our hats?

There, where we boil our eggs and stroke the cat?

Knowing each cranny of our ingle nook

We turn the pages of our well thumbed book.

Home, sweet home!, yet, there is still an unease.

Cat-like it comes, our peace to paw and tease.

Close the castle door! Put the kettle on!

This is my chez-moi!, - for, how ever long?

We stand at the window, take in the view.

The cat in the room is just passing through.

 

By the rivers of Babylon our tears stream down,

A foreign place, strange faces, foreign sounds.

“Sing us a song from your far away land.

We hear, milk and honey there did abound.”

“Tell us your story. How came your woes?

We hear, that God's glory once was yours.”

How can we sing, so far from our home?

Only sorrows we bring, shame's dust on our feet.

Thrust from our soil with deep sorrow we moan.

With longing we weep for the place of our birth.

Its sweet memory we keep. This is not home.

God says we will see heaven's kingdom on earth.

 

The traveler stopped at the side of the road

He read the sign pointing up to the hill.

'Home', said the sign. In his mind the word glowed.

Memories came back as he stood there, still.

The narrow track was well trod but not smooth.

“Probably just some hillbilly village.”

The world weary traveler pondered and mused,

“A place for the night, to break the voyage.”

There was fire and food and friendly faces.

Folk, by their talk, seemed glad they were living.

Each day taken with its joys and stresses.

He slept well and awoke to birds singing.

On the track back there was a coloured stone.

He picked it up to remind him of Home.

 

BabylonHometraveler

◄ Ding! Dong!

An Amazonian Proverb ►

Comments

Profile image

afishamongmany

Sat 18th May 2019 11:24

Thank you all for likes and comments. 'Tis oxygen 😃
Keep collecting those rocks Lisa. ><>

Jane Briganti

Thu 16th May 2019 13:46

A poetic journey to take us home...beautiful.😊Thank you, Jane

mona s

Tue 14th May 2019 05:08

There is always a home away from home.. That's a great poem.. Loved it.

Profile image

Lisa C Bassignani

Mon 13th May 2019 21:39

I have a rock from just about every place I have ever visited.

Profile image

afishamongmany

Mon 13th May 2019 20:06

Thank - you - Kieth. Yes as strangers and pilgrims, yet how we miss our comfort zone when away from it.

Dorothy, thank you. Your shocking limerick reminds me that I have an ode to puppeteers in stock. I'll put it up in the near future. Go well ><>.

Profile image

Dorothy Webb

Mon 13th May 2019 08:08

I looked forward to your next poem and -oh! you did not disapoint it is beautiful.

Dorothy

Profile image

keith jeffries

Mon 13th May 2019 07:58

I thoroughly enjoyed this poem as it reminds the reader that home is not necessarily our present abode yet emphasises the importance of being at home.

Thank you for this
Keith

If you wish to post a comment you must login.

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message