Once I found home In a place  

A House of brick I couldn’t replace  

But in wind and rain, it crumbled down.  

Home in a Thing, cannot be found.  

Once I found home in a love 

But twas fleeting as a dove 

I came to realize then, when they left 

You cannot find home in what draws breath.  

Once I found home in the mirror 

In life I plunged forward with no fear 

But failure came, despite giving my best  

You cannot find home in your own chest.  

Then I found a home, in a voice  

The path that I had chosen was my own choice 

But there is one, who can renew, 

And transform even the likes of you.  

On this Earth, no home is found. 

Not in person, thing, or town.  

It is found in someone who offers grace.  

I’ll know home, when I see his face.  

How do you think a cat would spend its final life?

If it were old and on the ninth

I think a cat would spend its last days

Snoozing in the sun’s streaming rays.

Batting around that ball of lint

Dart around the hall, in a sprint.

And did I mention the

Sleeping. Sleeping. Sleeping.

And around the corners always peeping.

In short I would have to say,

That a cat would spend even its final day

Much how spent every year

Happy and without a single fear.

A cat on even its final minute.

Wouldn’t hesitate to then spend it

Dozing peacefully next to you, as your pet.

Because unlike you, he has no regret.