facination with words
Home is probably one of my favorite words. ... I found this in a notebook (I usually try and rip out the pages of my little yellow pad so I can file the keepers and throw the rest away):
Homeless in America
I have prayed and been in prayer
and seen my fears entombed
in the image of homelessness,
without place in the world.
I am going home.
OPEN
Open a door,
that I might come in.
Any door?
No, no, no ...
No hole in the wall,
no luxury of experience
no fine dining
just laundry, labor and love ...
A home.
I have prayed and been in prayer
and seen my fears entombed
in the image of homelessness,
without place in the world.
I am going home.
OPEN
Open a door,
that I might come in.
Any door?
No, no, no ...
No hole in the wall,
no luxury of experience
no fine dining
just laundry, labor and love ...
A home.
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*sigh*