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Julia S. Ledford

Home

It has been said that home is where the heart is;

But home is where you are welcomed, wanted

And treated with respect.

It is where you have freedom to be, to grow,

And to know this—

That wherever you roam, whatever you do,

At home your place is kept.

Perfect ones do not live there

But imperfect ones find grace there.

Home is where work and words matter

But mercy is what shows.

Home is where love grows and forgiveness flows.

Home is where hope is offered and grace shows.

Those with closed hearts don’t find

The door to what love may share;

But those who love, know that home is there

Because there are those who care.

Not everyone finds home as a restful haven

And a safe place to sleep;

But those who do have a home to keep.

Can one fully appreciate the wonder of home

As long as they are without and alone?

Whether brief or long, the loss of home runs deep.

When found again, so is the joy that bursts out with a shout.

Home is where I am not out, but in, to keep.

Home is here where love begins

And never ends.

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