Homeward Bound
Homeward Bound
Stately mansions or cardboard boxes, we call our home. At day’s end, there is that special place where we always return to. That is our place that belongs to us, where we find our comfort. If it is a certain spot under a viaduct or a million dollar mansion, we still fight to keep it. It is our valuable possession.
All animals and creatures on this earth center their lives around their domiciles and build their futures. We are not that much different. Even though the homeless don’t have the future in mind, they still have that special place called home.
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Charlotte B. Williams
9yI believe this, I pray many that are out there will find a permanent home.
Robert L. Martin
9yEven though they don't have one surrounded by four walls, they still have one in their hearts. But, as you say, they would prefer one with the four walls.
Nelson D Reyes
7yThe inglenook of one's soul - his heart - is where he dwells, his hearth, his home. No matter what his circumstances are his "four walls" are in his heart where he comes home to and goes out from. And you capture this precisely in this passage. Thank you Robert for reminding us. Like. Btw, I could not find your new posting "The Great Revolt". Please go back to my poem "Cold Moons" for my note relative to this. Thanks.