My Home
by Terri
My home is not in a box, which has to be paid for over many years.
It is in the clouds and the blue sky.
It is in the ocean when I float freely on my back and see the stars
in the darkness of night.
It is in the earth between my toes and the smell of the red
clay in my nose.
It is in the wind in my hair and the touch of his gentle carees.
It is in heaven when the God of my heart gently
holds me when all else fails.
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