Home

For my family, with gratitude

Home

Wherever there are strings, cups, stories to tell, 

let us be home

Wherever there is one of us, or seven, or two, 

let us be home

Let us be near and let us be far

Let us learn how to love, day by day

Let us find harmony

and then let us teach the world to sing

With one voice

Let us grow old and let us be born 

and reborn

It is said that pain shared is half the pain 

and joy shared is double the joy

But in our multitudes, 

pain can subdivide 

into pieces as small as a sliver

And joy can build like a wave 

that carries us 

From the farm to the city

From the prison to the garden

From brokenness to wholeness

From my heart to yours

For generations.