Homeland Finding it Within

Sacred heart

 

 

Home.

That is where my heart goes,

That is where I find my roots that hold me in place,

That is where the long road ends, where the green never seems less green.

Home is where my soul knows no bounds, and my arms never tire.

Home, that is where I am when I feel the distance between the

Here and now, I don't have words, nor do I need them.

Home is no longer an external place; it is within me. It rises from the core of my being,

Like a spring that goes beyond space and time.



Comments

4 responses to “Homeland Finding it Within”

  1. Home sweet home forever a haven in the storms of life
    Blessings
    Happy Mother’s day
    Love Jeanne

  2. Ella Dyer

    Bonjour Corey,
    Yes, happy US Mother’s Day; we who live in France are fortunate to celebrate twice!
    Your prose is profound, and I hope you will repurpose parts of your blog into a book (as I did a decade ago) and consider publishing it; in addition to sharing your talents with the world, we can also invite you to present at our annual event in Nice, Meet the Authors!
    Bon dimanche,

  3. Beautifully written, dear friend, beautifully written.
    Love,
    Kathy

  4. marilyn

    Beautiful!
    You also have a way with words.

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