Home feels like
A quiet Sunday morning
The concrete after a rainy day
The hope in your heart
When opportunity strikes you
And nothing ever feels quite the same
It is the essence of Life
The very substrate!
It is the soft under belly
Of the old stray
Who gazes at you
And strides your way
Her very presence
Blessing upon your day
Home is a sort of melting
A softening of the heart
Something you keep within you
Even when your world falls apart
Home is the mountain
You climb to the tippy top
The cry of victory
The sweetness of success!
Home is a place
A feeling
A state
Home is always one call away
When the body is weary and tired of what seems like an endless search
Home beckons forth
When you need it most
Soul Smile 