In my Mother’s House

I sit in a roof-top garden
the flowers and buds I
behold speak in silent Beauty here
of a Plan and a depth untold

In my Mother’s house
half-way up
there’s a place
neath a cool grey sky

where to sit full of peace
with a bird’s song
as the distant rush goes by

is a clear
and a Joy fulfilling
as Cool Breezes waft on past

that I feel that from
centuries seeking

I know
I’ve come Home
at last.