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
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!
Awww looks so warm and comfortable! Lovely!
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 ❤
Exactly Monica! Thanks for stopping by!