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Oh lord why do I feel so needy?

The reason is not for being greedy

For the greedy have had their fill

That’s why it is so ill to be

But my need comes from my void inside

a frightening echo that screams as the tides

Washing me up on the shore of loneliness

Quicksand pulling me into this de-press

Why do I feel such a need

Why is my hunger not freed from starvation

You know I have salvation

So why won’t I drink from his cup

Why am I so frightened

I miss my family, I miss my home

Home, home!

Where is such a place?

What is such a feeling as home?

Secure home

Sheltered home

Unconditional love, home.

What is that like?

To be in a house never fearing to leave

To just relax and breathe- home

To no longer be a nomad made to roam

But to be planted and rooted- home

I want to belong

I want to be strong

I want to be weak without fear

Rest without care –home

Lord give me what I desire.

I don’t want to live as a liar

Hiding my struggles

War and tugs

No I am not on drugs

But I am addicted to hugs

And kisses,

Making up from long misses

Holding hands, long walks

Sitting on a bench, long talks

Warm nights, strong hearts

Beating within each others chest

Love like dynamite exploding in the midst.

After shock like melting ice-cream

Just chilling as we fall asleep and dream

Of what we have together

The thunderstorm outside

Is our favorite kind of weather

For it makes us draw close

A re-run once again

Before the glory of the sun

Shines through our window pain

And seems to say welcome home.