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  Home Is Where....

John Grey

 

Never did see monks
at the beach,
remove cowls and capes,
swim in the warm gulf waters.

I just dug in the sand
for shells, broken and bleached
by sun and found plenty.

Had I gone looking
for holy men
stripping themselves of one God
and embracing another
I'd have been sorely disappointed.

But evidence
of creatures discarding
one house for a new one
were there by the bucket-load.

So, end of day,
home I went
to where I was living then,
to what I believed in
always.
 

 

 

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