The Shelter of Home

Beneath the roof, the storms may pound,

Yet peace within these walls is found.

The world outside may shake and roar,

But here, we’re safe, forevermore.

The hum of voices, the warmth of care,

A gentle refuge from the world’s despair.

In quiet corners, memories lie,

Whispers of laughter that never die.

Each room a haven, each step a trace,

Of love that time cannot erase.

The crackling fire, the steady light,

A beacon of hope through the longest night.

Here, burdens ease, and tears may fall,

But love will answer every call.

Through tender words and open arms,

We’re sheltered safe from life’s alarms.

The table’s set, the stories flow,

Around its edge, connections grow.

The simplest meal, the softest song,

Make fleeting moments last life long.

Here dreams are nurtured, wounds are healed,

Life’s truest blessings are revealed.

This sacred space, where hearts align,

Is more than walls—it’s love divine.

Through every trial, in joy or strife,

Home is the anchor, the soul of life.

A shelter not built of stone or wood,

But of hearts united, strong and good.