MY HOME . . . .
It is where I can rest
Feeling safe and nothing to worry about . . . .
It is where I just relax and enjoy
The simplicity of life . . . .
My home is where I can pause
And pace slowly to refresh my spirit . . . .
It is where I can be my simple self
and be childlike and simply play . . . .
It is where I am most loved
And embraced with gentleness and tenderness . . . .
It is where I am safe and confident
I can not be harmed . . . .
Ahhh, my Home,
Where the gentle Wind brings me assurance -
I am Home . . . .
My Home is You,
My Dearest Father,
My Yahweh,
My Abba, father,
My Home . . . .
- luisadelacruz
