Where is my home?
I no longer know.
And perhaps I should.
If I do not know,
then I do not know where my life lies.
Was it love that was missing?
Or perhaps joy?
Did You, Lord, desire this?
No — the choice belongs to us.
So where is my home?
So where is my life?
It lies where my own choices have led me.
We can always turn back,
we can always begin again.
There is always time to ask:
Where is my home?
Where is my life?
So let us not build on shifting sand,
let us place what is new within us upon rock.
Love and joy, joined with hope,
will give us faith,
raising homes whose gates
cannot be broken by sorrow or darkness.
So let us keep asking:
Where is my home?
Where is our life?
Let us answer within the soul,
even as we pretend
it does not exist.
Arkadiusz Niewolski



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