Home

Where our minds grow small,

And our legs grow tall,

Where we learn how to utter our first words,

And take the first steps on our own two feet,

Where we learn to love with fervent compassion,

And forgive those who wound us,

Where our hearts are awoken and kept alive,

And where our fear is taken,

Where we feel comforted and secure from our nightmares,

And seek refuge in the eye of the storm,

Where we feel more confident in ourselves,

And in our skin, find our true identity.

Our home is where we belong and where we fit in regardless of our differences.

Our hearts are buried just beyond the gracious horizon of our town, our city, our country.

We are the greatest pretenders in morning light; but at home, we feel relief in exposing our vulnerable veracity.

In the morning when we wake, familiar aromas of home fill our lungs with sweetness and fill our head with harmony.

When the evening pulls the sun down and the day is almost through, our longing for happiness is satiated by the warm presence of our family and familiar surroundings.

As Dorothy said, there is no place like home.