By Tim Tarrant
No matter how great the distance, we return,
bearing the bruises of the paths we’ve chosen.
We come to join in laughter,
and in grief.
In this house spirits soar, souls dance,
and magically we make up for the lost time.
We gather in a whirling celebration of life
and like the rivers that run into the sea,
we are once again whole.
We take comfort in knowing that through moments of great joy
and times of sobering reality,
we are surrounded by all that we will
ever need … each other.