When we get home,
kiss me
before you start unpacking.

When we get home

Gentle silence
has soaked 
into the 
thick walls
around me.

And 
there is 
blessedness
amongst 
the boxes.

Unpacking My Heart

emptying out boxes
discarding things I no longer need
rediscovering treasures 
I had frgotten I had

as I break down each empty box,
I feel a little lighter, more free
soon the things I have been hoarding 
are all gone, and I can't rember why held on so long

one room down, few more to go
I wouldn't miss it for the world