Home is far away

Home they say is far away, a place I can’t remember. A place we learned and prepared in and willing left for difficult hardships and trials so we could gain a greater experience.

Home they say was magnificent with beauty and love far beyond any I have yet known or imagined. A place filled with peace and harmony.

Home they say is where I sat and chatted with my brothers and sisters. Where we planned and worked and sang. Where we embraced and made promises to be there for each other.

Home they say was where I walked and talked with Father and Mother. Where they taught us and warned us. Where they loved us and hugged us goodbye knowing our full potential.

Home they say is far away and if I want to return I must take a path that few before me have returned from. Some take it sooner others later, but all, they say, will take it someday and until then they say I’m a stranger here.

Home may be far away and forgotten, but I catch glimpses of it now and then. I see it in a stranger’s friendly smile, I touch it when a newborn holds my finger, I feel it wrap around me in my greatest grief and sorrow, I smell it in the many varieties of colorful flowers, I hear it in the laughter of children running around, I taste it in the fresh baked bread left by neighbors kind.

Yes, my true home may be far away and the path to it just around the bend or maybe miles yet to go. But until I return to Mother and Father’s welcoming arms I’ll enjoy the tiny glimpses they provide.

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