Love
I never tire of being reminded of love –
that force which flows as liquid light the glue that mends my broken parts.
I never tire of being wooed by love –
as my harsh words still ring in the air, love guides me back to shame, and so forgiveness.
I never tire of being inspired by love –
to be as hopeful as I was when I was younger, when my heart lead the way like a brave warrior.
No matter how hard we try to run away from home we always arrive upon some foreign shore, only to realise that home still resides within.
Gentle love, it’s good to be home.