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.