So often there is a sense

Of feeling adrift, disconnected

An indescribable feeling of loneliness

 

A sense of a small battered vessel

Being thrown about in a choppy sea

 

Lamenting for a sheltered cove

The warmth of a fire side

The smell of a home cooked meal

 

The promise of a loving embrace

Feeling that sense of ‘home’

We all yearn for the home of

Our heart of hearts

 

Some find it immediately

And grip it with both hands

Never to leave their sight

 

For others it’s a search

Ongoing for some time

Even a life time

 

Search and searching for the light

In the stormy seas

To that special place of where

The heart of heart lives

That place called Home.