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When Home is Heart

It is really where the heart is

By Novel AllenPublished 4 years ago 2 min read
Family

Home is not a great big mansion

Unless it is the promised one high in the sky

Where milk and honey flows to be a healing balm

for your soul

Home is a feeling of belonging

Home is a feeling of contentment and continuous joy

In the awakening of every new day

To relive the promise of life with your loving family

Your parents, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins

Husbands, wives, children and grandchildren

And your loving pets who bring joy and chaos

To appreciate old friends and anticipate the elation of meeting

new friends along the way

One does need that earthly mansion, whatever you conceive it to be

But it is only material and fleeting

Live in it, pass the time in it with as much love and care

as you can muster

But let it not consume your energies and the gift of time

To the preservation of material things

Instead, expend those energies to investing in people and joy

Joy of togetherness, joy in being alive to be with the ones who make life worth living

Do not spend too much time on petty bickering

They distract from the positive aura around you and blocks the

release of your wonderful endorphins

Disallowing your euphoric brain from happiness

Tricking you into loss of well being and peacefulness

My joy, my heart home is my grandchildren, my family

I know this, for although I am apart from them for now

I live in a constant state of discontentment

I have a comfortable place to live

I have lots of great things to eat

I have good friends and a source of income

I have the means to go wherever I need to go

But the heart knows that it is not home

It is not content, not at total peace

I will be with them soon

Although not soon enough

Says my heart and soul

So, go, be with the ones who make your heart sing every day

No one knows what tomorrow will bring

We can anticipate it, but it is promised to none

Live for today, leading into a positive tomorrow

Allow your heart to fly

To wherever it has a need to perch and beat happily

Fly my heart, fly home

To contentment and the continuation of love, peace and, yes,

HOME

~~~~~~~~~~~

BE FREE TO LOVE

love poems

About the Creator

Novel Allen

You can only become truly accomplished at something you love. (Maya Angelou). Genuine accomplishment is not about financial gain, but about dedicating oneself to activities that bring joy and fulfillment.

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