Home is a place of refuge, refuge from the storms of life.
A home is not a house.
I walked pass an overhead bridge and saw tattered luggage scattered everywhere.
My heart lurched in sorrow, and I wondered what makes someone
Lose a home.
I saw a man’s face, peering out of the darkness, the man’s face scared me but I was curious all the same.
I walked home, sad because I know by morning, he would be gone.
Killers and murderers even found refuge in the
comfort of a home.
Oscar Pistorius is one.
If you have a home,
Thank God, if not,
You can find
A home if you
don’t lose
Heart.
I agree – having shelter and food is the greatest gift!
“There is nothing like staying at home for real comfort.” Jane Austen
You’re right ma’am, just knowing you’re going home, after a hard day’s work- either saint or villain, is the best gift of all- after the gift of life! Thank you for your comment! I appreciate it!!
Much love.
Very true words, sis. Home is a place where we always feel free, secure, and genuinely happy.
Thanks for sharing.
Thank you for reading, I always appreciate it!
Cheers.
Awww looks so warm and comfortable! Lovely!
Thanks!!!!
Wonderful! Home has comfort and has our hearts xx
You’re right Christy! Thanks for stopping by!
Much love.
HI Seyi sandra – just nominating you for a Versatile blogger award – I have altered the rules a bit – please tell us all 7 things about yourself, and do feel free to nominate up to 12 others (but once I get to 10 of 15, I leave it to you to decide if you want to pass it on!). http://writingthebody.wordpress.com/
home is the place where you can be yourself. home <3
Exactly Monica! Thanks for stopping by!