Home
The word carries so much weight. There’s such a heaviness to it that it doesn’t get put down once it’s picked up. Sometimes it weighs so much it can’t be carried in the first place.
The burden of familiarity doesn’t lift with time; it just changes its intentions.
The privilege of safety and security will always be there, yet never the same again.
Home without a purpose is just a place.
Home with intimacy breeds purpose and plan.
Roofing helps enclose protection; it is felt from head to toe.
Memories seep out the walls, and walking through them builds strength.
The warmth of the foundation energizes first the feet, and then the soul.
Its love is not denied.
Sometimes, it’s only a memory itself.
To the kid alone with the air and nowhere to go,
it’s just a thought –
something that once was, or a dream that may never be.
Calling it a place or confining it to materials is a small neural connection.
Joy dances with the wind and livens the skin.
Protection is a belief that sits within the soul.
Warmth is found sharing heart to heart.
Others give off love or hate, and you can give off love.
The sun offers enough change to promote growth,
and the stars enough stability to provide comfort.
Wherever I am
Home is Him
Home is me
Home is you
Home is here
