where the deep dark dawn turns to gold
and the lone wolf circles silently back into its lair
where the great osprey unfolds its wings
and the delicate damselfly skims over the water
Let’s go home
where peace hushes the autumn valleys
and mushrooms flourish near the drying fern
where candles flicker eagerly in winter windows
and gentle snowflakes baptize the opening daffodil
Let’s go home
where garlands of kindness float on the sea
and smiles seep into the shadows of the forest
where the Light of Creation lifts the broken stem
and seals the shattered stone
Let’s go home
where our hearts can unfurl
in the very centre of gratitude