The home of my belonging
Is not four walls
But my love’s sheltering arms

The sanctuary for my restless soul
Is not a mighty cathedral
But our modest home
In this thoroughly middle-class neighborhood

The generosity of caring
Is not sharing money or even volunteering
But sharing this home
With those who need tranquility

The security of eternity
Is not a creed, belief or practice
But the ever more circumscribed life
We live
My love and I
In this our quiet home