It Becomes…

I consider the walls,

a protection from weather

and intruders, an allowance

for privacy, a safe place

for all of our things, …

but it is so much more

than this…. It becomes 

a sanctuary, a holding place 

for prayers and dreams 

and tears and laughter.

Joy and the inevitable pain

cling to walls and hang

in the spaces, something 

of the truth of a family, 

the years of growing

within the walls of a home,

hearth burning with the slow-glow

of living, a place to tend the bruises

and rejoice in the fellowship of family.

We can carry a bit of it with us

everywhere we go, and some part

of us stays; but while we remain,

it is never just a house, it is home,

and home holds our memories

and offers the promise

of everything.

—C.L. Fisher, April 2021

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