We all come back home eventually...
COMING BACK TO LIFE
We all come back home eventually.
However much we stare into the distance, what matters is already here.
In the bright fire in the sky of a winter morning, in the tiny grasp of a baby's promise,
in the eyelight of those presence we treasure,
in the rising murmur of countless wings of starlings rising from grey fields.
These things matter, because they remind us of our short-lived souls.
And because we are winter's fortunate ones.