Home Again... Home Again... Jiggity Jig

There's nothing like being away and coming home to truly appreciate all that home holds. This house on this street is mine with my things and my peeps, my comforts and joys. This poem came to me this morning and for you non poetry readers... skip it I guess, or give poetry one more try... or just read it and pretend it's not poetry. I could type it out without returns and spacking to trick you! I've read, or truthfully listened to more poetry in the last few days, during the retreat time, than I have in a very long time. I discovered new authors and rediscovered others, fun and fascinating! The words and sentiment below came from being present to being HOME this morning...

Grateful Dread

What if joy overwhelms me?
What if gratitude floods and drowns me?
Is this righteous fear?
Can sweetness lay waste?
Will bliss conquer and bury me,
So far away I won't know
Where or who I am?

Is this noble terror?
Guiltless doubt?
Safety might smother?
Beauty could blind me?
Honesty may scorch,
Or flash and smolder forever deep down?
It is true, I can feel it.

And there's nothing for it.
Bliss is pain.
Tenderness - Torment.
Agony - Joy.
A trick of the triad.
A paradox of present-ness
And thankful, blameless fright.

Quite a departure from one of my favorite poems... Fearless =0 Thank Spirit I'm safe any which way!   

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