Home

Is it a shelter
A place to hold the trappings
Of daily life
It seems to me
Home is where the soul
Lives and breathes free
Inexorable connection
Threads of light
Colors woven in
Inhale truth
Breathe out, relief washes over
Grace
If not
The unsettled feeling
Never quite comfortable
The soul cries out
For it's rightful place
Of peace
The quest we share
Where is my home?

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