HESTIA

For those of us who find our love of home, in place or person, to be the inspiration and grounding of our lives.

Nothing lives without You.
Nothing can exist

without its gravity,
its density, integrity,

its central calm
ordering without containing,

containing
without stifling,

allowing the maximum
disorder

without decay,
so even

randomness flows
with the regularity of stars.

Only Hestia,
in perfect

pointedness,
can never waver,

never tip,
never flutter or expire;

only She remains
while always moving on

— for She is the opening
and the flooding,

the banks and the tide,
the root and what is rooted,

meaning and shape at the same time.
First, eternal,

before and after,
She is our trust

in being tomorrow,
the abstract

and the fact.
Hestia, so calm,

the motion of rock
through a ripple,

She is the vanishing change,
the center and its wake.

All hope and all decay
move out from Her,

come back to Her,
Great Source,

Great Home,
Great Eye,

drinking sight
to the depths of light.