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Home

Home is more than a state of mind. Home is a gentle, peaceful endless place in time. Nothing is better than going home to family and eating good food and relaxing where there are very few distractions and nothing is taxing. If I am good to my home, my home will be more than good to me like honey to bees, leaves on the trees, my home overachieves. It takes care of my wants and needs, appeases and pleases. My strength derives from my home.

If you go anywhere even in paradise, you will miss your home. My home is my comfort zone, my super dome, where I never feel alone, made from wood, brick, and stones where I feel the joy of a king or a queen on a throne. Quiet, gentle calm where peace flows through my mind, flesh, and bones. There is no place like home. My home is my refuge, sanctuary, eternal nest where I love, live, and rest. Tranquil serenity is always at its best that fills me with joy and happiness. My home is where I find peace of mind, where all problems and troubles are left behind, a place where the sun shines and roses grow, where living beauty always puts on a show.

Family and friend, next of kin come together. No matter the places I have gone, travelled, or been, my home is my best friend. Home is where the heart is, no matter if we are adults, teens, or kids. All the magical times where we laughed, smiled, and cried has a sacred place that resides in my soul. My home is more precious than gold with living joy that is untold. Every street avenue or road always leads me home. My eyes have seen many adorable places and enchanting smiling faces, but they could never take the place of my home where love is always on the case and human decency is a thing we never have to chase, because my home is under God’s grace.

When I am home, everything seems to be right, even when we feel pain, hurt, or uptight. My home is an oasis that I caress with all of my might, no matter morning, afternoon, evening, or night. My home always holds me tight. My home is my castle where stability is something that I never have to wrestle, because at home, there are very few hassles.

I respect my home that I rent or own. My home is never filled with chaos, trouble, crime, or a war zone, but filled with gentle love tones. My home consists of love, music, and candlelight; no one is allowed to disrespect, argue, or fight. Peace is always apparent and in sight. God bless everyone who comes into my humble home where gentle kindness rules and roams. Thank God Almighty for blessing me with a sweet home.

RR—7/2007

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