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Of all the things we carry with us, home is perhaps the lightest.
Every year or so, I find reason to be in the area where my grandparents lived for most of my life. Each time, my initial response is the same ‘who moved the house closer to the road?’
In my memory, the yard was huge, as was the orchard and the pond. It was surely a day’s walk to my grandpa’s store (rather than the quarter mile it is now). And how could such a little house and little porch hold so many people, so much love?
In the confines of my heart, the roof pushes against my breastbone and apples fall to the safety of little hands.
We may move, and we may know the feel of many floors beneath our naked feet……..but always, there is something greater we carry with us. We may wander, but we never really leave.
*sigh*
there’s no sign
to point the way
no wear upon the road
but I’d swear
the air is cleaner
in this place
beyond the want
for getting back –
someone waits me now
denied the fault
for leaving –
opened arms of grace
. . .
Republished from original – 2014
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