True Home

For the wayward from their true home,

The journey back is so lonesome.

For those who found their true home,

Thoughts of going away is gone.

Each one is always a searcher,

Seeking for horizon's somewhere

Till one's heart is at peace out there

And one's soul finds room for slumber.

Real home is a precious treasure.

Once it's lost, life becomes obscure.

True home, a pearl of seas asure,

Once it's found, life's hurts get a cure.

This world is a home, but not yet.

I dream of a home, peace I get.

Serenity, my soul's outlet.

 God's home I will never forget. 

Artist's Profile

God has put in the heart of every person a deep and intense longing for a true home.  My inspiration in writing this poem came out of my own lifelong search  for a place of love, peace and silence.  I have been a missionary priest for many years and I found a home in the hearts of the people I served, loved and cared for in Papua New Guinea, Solomon Islands and the Philippines.  My vision of life as a poet is that it is an amazing journey from the womb of the mother to the Father's bosom in Heaven.

Note:  This poem was published in the book, A SURRENDER TO THE MOON,

 The International Library of Poetry, Howard Ely, Editor, Copyright@2005, Watermark Press, One Poetry Plaza, Owings Mills, MD 21117 USA