"And... oh, Auntie Em, there's no place like home!"
Dorothy, Wizard of Oz
There’s no place like home,
where the wind whistles forgotten
words, where everyone has come
and gone. The moon shines bright
over a landscape arising to reclaim
your humble birthright.
Go home, go home again weeps
the rotting wood. A shell may just
be a shell of what was, and you,
you are so much more. Look into the eyes
of the One who calls you to come closer,
the One who has truly been whispering
your name-and only your name-
for all these years. Home is not
some place to seek, searching
longingly for what was, your true
home is here, where you have always
been. Let yourself fall into her embrace,
She has come to flower your spirit
with fresh memories- untainted and pure.