I am a long way from
home. The older I get the more home and
hearth mean to me. I use to roam all
over the world, like a rolling stone I was never content to be anywhere for
long. Now a quiet evening with my lover
and our old dog, all of us nodding by the fire are like heaven. I believe that is the way we are
designed. As we grow older the earth,
even in all its glory cannot seem to quieten our soul. There is a longing that begins that no bend
in the river here can satisfy. We are
meant to go home and the longer we spend away the stronger our urge to be
there.
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| Elijah Going Home |
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