Friday, July 8, 2011

Going Home

Home is still Home

Home--a place of joy; of fond memories.
Home--where joy abounds, and fears are wiped away, and sorrows forgotten.
I’m going home.

Home, where growing up was filled with wonder and adventure;
Sometimes there was sorrow--sometimes joy, but home is always home.
It was a place of love; a place of learning; a sanctuary from the storms of life.
It was a place of chastisements and mercy; of comfort, and grace,
A place of learning.

Memories linger on; they have impressed themselves deeply into our lives, and are still very much a part of us.
There have been fighting’s and fears; smiles and tears;
There were betrayals, and friendships, follies and fears, but there was also joy and gladness. When my trial is over…I’m going home.

Home (earthly) was a place of security and comfort; of testing’s and trials; of heartbreak and laughter, but here was always love, spliced with victory.
Home--it isn’t what it used to be, things have changed; I am not what I used to be either, I have grown, and so has “home”.
It still holds a special place in my heart, and endearing place of fond memories; whatever else it may be--

Home is still home.

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