Outside and inside,
two kinds of evening glow,
and there’s one thing —
really only one—
you need to know

As sun’s last light
paints orange above the hills
and the fire has finally
driven out the evening’s chill,
there’s one thing —
really only one needed —
to make the warmth stay,
to make it real

Heaven and earth
may be the same playground
where the children of the house can romp.
They are never uncompanioned,
never left alone,
they’re always celebrated,
always home.

©Wendy Mulhern
November 9, 2018