We're all searching--
searching for a place where we feel safe,
a point we can retreat to and set out from,
a place to call our own.
It's a feeling, really, a feeling that one finds
in that which we hold closest to our hearts:
a loved one's embrace,
kind words from a friend,
a song that brings a smile,
memories of long-ago summer afternoons,
when cares were few and simple.
We're all searching--searching for that feeling;
a feeling most often found in a singular place.
Old or young, man or woman, rich or poor,
no matter race or religion, creed or country,
sometimes we just need to feel like we belong,
like we are part of something.
For some, it is a house,
and for others, a neighborhood.
For some, it is a town,
and for others, a team.
For some, it is a school,
and for others, a state.
For some, it is a country,
and for others, the world at large;
yet, for many, it is simply their own small corner of it.
But no matter where it is or why we feel it, it is ours.
Where we can go to renew ourselves and our spirits.
It is our refuge, our place of peace,
a place of love, a place called home.
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Author:
thoughtsFromB4 (
Offline) - Published: August 28th, 2024 17:54
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Very Nice
Great write
True it is and well penned. Hope we all find it.
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