Poem, Justice Must Be a Home

Poem, Justice Must Be a Home

Justice Must Be a Home! A poem by the Canadian parliamentary poet George Elliot Laureate.

When is Justice a-gonna be our home— Where there is a ground floor of Love, Where there are four walls of Care, Where the roof is a skylight of Insight?

I want Justice to always be our home. I want to open a door and find Love. Up from the basement, rises Warmth! And from every wall my family beams.

I want Justice to always have a home In my heart, to chamber close to Love. I want to lounge and be surrounded by faces Painted, pictured, or framed, but alive!

Where there is Justice, there is a home! A table is set there with wine and bread, Milk and honey, loaves and fishes, Plus donairs and donuts, coffee and tea.

When I sit to feast, my enemies vanish. I shelter within four walls of Care. Sunlight smiles right bright through the skylight. Outdoors, the garden is also a playground.

We need Justice to be a Home! We need to stand on a ground floor of Love! We need four walls as mighty as muscle! We need to look up and see the sun all gold.

Outdoors, the garden is a Kindergarten; And all God’s children are at home with Love. Home is a cradle, a table, a bath, and a bed— And a court where Love is the sentence said.

We say Justice is a-gonna be our home— Where there is a ground floor of Love, Where there are four walls of Care, Where the roof is a skylight of Insight!