I'm at home, no less a guest,
A feast in my heart, I see it start.
Combining the day and night,
Unseparate of light and dark.

It's there again, no more a guess,
A guest in my home, never alone.
All of the words this day,
And still there is more.

Where there's more, no less my guest,
A test in my mind, for me to find.
I have to see, and hear,
Is this you, that is near.

©2007, Ron Globe