At the center of solace
The songpath ceases
Climb down the spiral
Slopes surrounding
Snake like rivers
Bright with sorrows
Sparkling inlets
Refuge for sadness
The house being restored
Beyond the bend
Ask at the hearth fire
The seeds of joy
Held in their hands
Be at peace
There, a thousand cries are heard
To hush
Weary traveler
Come home from wandering
Go rest yourself there
I’ll point the way
There is always enough
Room for one more
The Sound of What Happens 
I love that: “There is always enough
Room for one more”.
Thank you, Steve. It’s easy to forget, but so true. 🙂
That last line is so very Irish, Éilis!
Oh? Well, that’s awesome! 🙂
Your Irishness is shining through!
Thanks! Lol. 🙂