The Household
A household holds the door and key
To living in recovery
This living indoors, between ceiling and floors
Makes the heart more forgiving, as the body does chores
Alive in a dwelling, at home on the earth
We thrive without telling, the loss of our worth
Our walls become windows, we shelve internal space
However we delve, we’re never “the case.”
We cook and we clean as we care for the soul
Whatever we’ve been, now’s the time to be whole
Visitors visit, and parties run late …
We won’t ask “who is it?”—we’ll just celebrate
Regular meals, with irregular friends
One does as one feels, yet the joy never ends
So we set up this home, and we get up each day
To reason and roam, as we find a new way
So come, let’s inhabit the home in our hearts
This new day, let’s grab it, in the freshest of starts
There’s wisdom in windows, there’s feeling in floors
In a life that crescendos, we can write our own scores.