Home!

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Home, where the heart is, where love provides for one’s soul. I have a house, but, that’s not when I feel, at home. I have a place, to lay head, rest my weary heart, but not the moments, my soul is at ease. I have acquired much abundance, but food not what fills me, deep love what fulfills. In my house, I have many rooms, in which freedom to be, do whatever the heart feels, but, that would never be a home, unless love what makes room. My house, has things to keep thoughts entertained, of sight and sound. Yet, they could never convey, that it’s not the content of one’s home, that values the true essence of its worth. Every soul within, context that it brings, breadth of love’s heartfelt kin; providing all its warmth within. My soul feels, my heart peels, back the layers to what that reveals, wages of love’s essential hue. If, sharing is caring, then daring is preparing; your soul to have room. There’s no perfect home, love makes imperfections feel homey. A heart, truly at home, awakens at the cusp of every dawn; feeling beautifully drenched, of love’s breathless dew. A soul knowing, life is but a breath, live it well. Home, the heart’s safe place, its hideaway, soul’s constant provision. An anchor in life’s storms, making available love’s oxygen. Moments are, what moments become, love’s intended sum; home, in one’s heart!

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Published by Warren Richards

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  1. I love this! Had a convo earlier today with someone who stated I wasn’t “homeless” because I wasn’t sleeping outside. Had to explain what a “home” means. Even if it’s a box, it’s mine, my safe haven, peace …
    Wish I could’ve shared this with him.🥰

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