my new home

I have a new home now.

This is where I belong.

Look:

here is the cracked concrete,

the stuck windows

and crooked counters.

I know these things

need to be fixed

but they are only things.

They can wait.

Today, there will be people:

children, both quiet and impish—

the mourners and hopeful,

grieving the departed and

praying for adoption—

look, here is a woman snowblowing

and another preaching,

both strong, serving

and leading, creative

and hard-working.

Here, meet this wonderful couple:

grandparents, wise and ready to rest.

Who’s that?

She’s a seamstress and a hugger.

He serves the poor and is good with numbers.

Here’s a family learning to Sabbath

and another in Boy Scouts,

ready and prepared for adventures.

In my new home

there are people of many colors—

we like to bake and eat.

This family is sharp and stubborn,

soft and silent,

musical, dramatic and analytical.

Say what you want—they strive to love.

I will be travelling this week,

But my heart will be home.

Its (im)perfection warms my soul.

my new home

by Troy Cady