Throughout human history, people have travelled great journeys seeking their fortune or fare share of fame. Modern families often spread out out across the country following jobs and careers, and the proverbial better life. These things all have there place, but there is no place like home. This poem is a tip of the hat to home and hearth, family and friends. May we find ourselves at home wherever we may be.
The Largesse He Could Conceive
He climbed the highest mountain
Spelunked the deepest cave
Sailed the seven seas
Traversed the widest desert
And awe he saw
In his epic quest
A bucket list
Bigger than gods
He saw God
In have
Sow many experiences
The largesse he could conceive
Only passing
The threshold of thresholds
Of home
Cradling an infant child
Born while he was away
