The words are hammering
Humming loud and persisting
To be let out. Hauling a heavy
Load of thoughts and feelings.
Say it right. There is
Doubt? Will they be misunderstood?
Will they sound appealing?
Come forth, say the truth.
Speak your mind, I say.
How else you would be heard?
Mind your words, say it gently.
Be kind. Articulate and then,
Those wonderful words you
have carefully said, will be your healing.©
©Gainperspective10/29/2016
What is a home?
Is it a building of woods and stones,
A place you call your own,
and fill it with furniture?
What is a home?
A property you claim?
An address that has your name,
A location on a map, a dwelling
you share with family members?
No, that is simply not a home.
That is merely a resident,
An occupancy, a retreat. That is called
A house with just a number,
A zip code, a building on some street.
But what makes a house a home?
Is it the memory that you keep
In a drawer or on a shelf?
Or is it a trinket, an antique
That ornate a corner? I wonder!
What is a home?
A home is that cinnamon smell
From the apple pie that was
just baked fresh and sizzling
Out from the oven. It is the warm hearth
Family and friends all gather
Around, and the air is full of laughter.
A home is a life that we build,
Brick after brick of solid
Dreams, lost and found
And lived as reality.
It is a territory, a privacy
That we own sacred right for,
A sense of belonging.
It is a garden that we tend
With our sweat and love,
Until it grows and bloom.
A home is the roots that run
Deep and strong, anchor and
Shape our lives.©
©Gainperspectiveblog10/16/2016
On a wing of a bird
A twinkle of a star
On a ruffle of a wind
Our life goes by.
No matter how we cling,
No matter how high we reach,
How far we can go,
How much we collect,
Or how hard we try.
The moment will flee,
And there will be only
One print, one dint we left
On the fabric of time.
And then we are gone.
©Gainperspectiveblog10/8/2016
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