and so it goes

my house is no museum

nor mausoleum

for a broken world

it is life and it is lived in

a quiet gem

where peace unfurls

it is casual visits

from friends, new and old

a soft place to land

stories shared

and secrets told

it is Christmas gifts

in the kitchen

and stockings

on the bookshelf

books instead of a TV

and quiet time to myself

it is wood chips

from paintings

and paints on the floor

a garish wreath -

Christmas skeleton -

hanging proudly

on my front door

a cup of hot tea

on a cold autumn eve

a friend waiting

with open arms

to offer a blanket

and calm reprieve

a safe haven, free of fear

where only love is allowed

and some dog hair -

lots of laughter -

a quiet melody

of here and now

‘cause my life is no museum

of broken things any longer

when every day

of hard-won peace

is living proof

that LOVE is stronger

and the secret, I’ve found

to finding joy in everything

is looking for all the beauty

that each new day

will surely bring

so now it’s written,

etched on my heart -

as I thank the Lord

for guiding my steps

on every journey

from the very start

and so it goes

as it always does

with praise to the Lord above:

the only house

worth living in

is made entirely

out of Love.