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Belonging Home
Looking into the blackness of night
from my doorstep
I glance up toward the shadowy
glimmer of light dancing in the sky,
I know this is where I belong.
This is Home.
Looking into the blackness of night
from my doorstep
I glance up toward the shadowy
glimmer of light dancing in the sky,
I know this is where I belong.
This is Home.
this piece was touching in a way that is only felt when actually coming home...it really can't be put into words..however, you have made me reflect on that feeling, thank you.
Amberlee
Though short and crisp,
"Belonging Home" defines
humanity longing comfort
and cherishment of that
humaneness we all are
emdowed with. May we then
discover this inspiringly
welcoming home with Linda,
knowing that:
"this is where I belong
..."
Ugonna
HEY~this is quite a gem,esp- today lol lot's of people never know this or will never feel like this poem,how sad Great LINDA,short and powerful L&P.-...=./__BV...-D LOL
i love your poetry