NOT MY HOME
I’m camping here and my tent is strong
Though no tent ever lasts for long
But this is not my home
The seams leak – the ropes fray
The tarp tears and pegs give way
But this is not my home
I expect the storm and the bleaching sun
I know I AM – I am not alone
And my wearing tabernacle sighs
But this is not my home
Copyright © Jason Horsler
11/11/2022
