The House of Belonging

by David Whyte

This is the bright home
In which we live,
This is where we ask
Our friends to come,
This is where we want
To love all the things
It has taken us so long
To learn to love.

This is the temple
Of our adult beingness
And we belongTo that beingness
As we belong to ourlives.

There is no house
Like the house of belonging.