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Fellow Traveler,
do you feel like you've been
searching for home
for a lifetime?
Are you out there in the dark,
buffeted by winds,
storm-tossed and weary,
with still such a long way to go?
Come home.
I'll put a candle on the sill
to light your way.
There's a fire in the hearth
and a soup-pot slow-simmering.
Comfort and kind words await.
You need only arrive.
Come home, weary traveler,
to the only home
there ever is ~
home to yourself
once again.
Wonderful, I would love to come home. I need to work on obstacles, which are all about me.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, a delight to read.
ReplyDeletesmiles...comforting indeed...being a prodigal myself...i appreciate the door always open...
ReplyDeleteYes, I think we have to carry our home with us (like turtles do).
ReplyDeleteHome is within. Too often we think it's out there. Lovely poem Sherry.
ReplyDeleteI am homeless, Sherry and not just literally so that little poem hits a spot
ReplyDeleteThis is so very comforting. So very comforting.
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