That Place Called Home

That place called “Home”…….there’s nothing

Like it.

Home, family….we all need that.

Whatever the conditions, no matter what

Happened in the past, our souls long to go

Back to that place of comfort or chaos – that

Place that connects us one to another

That place that solidifies and validates our

existence

Memories may haunt us of times when things

Weren’t quite right, but when is everything

Really right?

There’s no perfect place this side of heaven

But we can be blessed by just a touch,

A word, a smell, sometimes a look

Some things are better left unspoken and yet

Just a touch of a hand can say everything is OK.

Can a heart be big enough to forgive even

When we know forgetting is not an option?

Sometimes we have to look at the pain in

Others in order to forgive the pain they’ve

Caused us. Not to begin again, but to just

Start from here, from now, loving anyway

As wretched and vile as people can be.

As wretched and vile as we ourselves can be

We are all broken, trying to put the pieces together

trying to complete the puzzle.

Sometimes you have to ask yourself if you

Can love yourself enough to open up one

More time because it’s in that opening up

that freedom is waiting…..tomorrow may be too late

Releasing some of that old “stuff” little by little

What if you could be free and clear of all

That “bad stuff”, all those words that hurt

You. What if you could come and go freely

Without concern of possibly being confronted

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Irreconcilable differences!!

You see them for who they are – but nevertheless you can’t

Miss your opportunity to be blessed by being

The bigger person.

Pain doesn’t last forever.  Just got to be willing

To step out of that space of limbo, of neutrality and

into the safe space,

To see it for what it is and then truly let it go

Just let the moments, the hours, the days pass,

Looking for that time when all is well and your

Soul feels whole, rested and comfortable

Despite of all that was….

That’s when you will truly be HOME.

“The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”    Maya Angelou