PO BOX

I’ve long believed that
H O M E
is never a Street Address
A P.O. BOX Number
A GPS Destination
H O M E
Is not ever a place
so much as a
F E E L I N G
If COVID19
hasn’t taught us anything else
over these past long months
it’s not so much how
c o n t a g i o u s
it happens to be
but how
I N F E C T I O U S
our love
our sense
our longing
our need
to be
TOGETHER
to be in
COMMUNITY
with each other. . .

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What do you call
H O M E
. . .better still:
WHO BRINGS YOU THERE. . . ?

P R O V E
I T
Psssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssst:
It’s time to
P R O D I G A L
U P
and get
H O M E
(And most of all to PROVIDE IT)

S O M E T I M E S

what we

T H I N K

and what we

K N O W

are two different

U N I V E R S E S

that never really ever meet

on the obscure

C O N T I N E N T

of the not very often enough visited

E X P E R I E N C E

But what you know

what you know you know

what you’d bet your life

that you know. . .

we least

A C T

like we know

L I F E

is often

a metaphor

a simile

but rarely a

R E A L I Z E D R E A L I T Y

HOME

HEAVEN

HELL

are not PO BOX Addresses

or Destinations

. . .they’re not even

dreams

illusions

or realities

. . .they are our

c h o i c e s

choices with consequences

. . .s o. . .

G O T O H E L L

you might be surprised by the trip

you might be surprised by the destination

you might be surprised by the

H E L L O F I T

Going to HELL

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