House

A House divided cannot stand

My House is a rock, an honest man

This House is a home

Better than most any other

This House is one

Just like a brother

This House is strong

To stand the test of time

The relationship long

Foundational, never on the line

In this House I sometimes seek shelter

Emotions shared, never to swelter

In this House, not alone but together

The most egregious storm,

Easy to weather

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Numinous

Those things,

They are numinous

They are myriad

And numerous

Surrounding me, my home, my loves

Those are things numinous

They come from above

Large trees are numinous

Radiant beauty appears luminous

Ancient architecture is certainly numinous

Those who project hate and fear

Are ruinous

Culture and nature

Man made and not

Are among the numinous

From which we’ve got

All the good that

Is our Lot

Another First

Last night was the first night in almost twenty-four years that we slept in our house and no one else would regularly be here for months at a time. This is a weird thing to think about. Walking past both of the other rooms with their doors closed knowing there is no one in them. I have to admit being a bit melancholy and confused. I am also intrigued by the possibilities this creates for us and excited for him.

For sure we’ll all find our ways. Together and by ourselves. Just as I still miss her inquisitive challenges that have helped me grow to the man and father I am. I’ll miss his compassion and empathy shared daily with us. This fine, developing young man, who still kisses his parents goodnight – every night. What a gift they both have been and continue to be.

I’ve long said that life’s greatest teachers are our children. I believe it even more today. Thank you to daughter and to son for what you’ve given us. Joy, fear, trials, tribulations, wonderment, new learning, diverse interests, love, and most importantly, a strong sense of purpose.

Thank you for all that has been, and all that is yet to be discovered. I love you with all my being.