Home Is Where The Heart Is, And For Me, My Love, That's You Poem by Nancy Winter Miranda

~The place where one originates from
speaks volumes of one's soul...

To abide in the depth of such history,
the realm of such beauty and of grace,
tells of how one can be the inhabitant
of such a place without dwelling therein.

How some can live within the midst
of such glory and magnificence...
and yet be oblivious of it's wonders,
speaks of their souls.

Live in the place where your soul dwells...
drink in all that surrounds you

see through the eyes of others,
so fresh, so new....
gather in from all that is around you,
fill your soul...

Live in the knowing
that you take with you,
wherever you may go,
all you've seen...
and all you've felt...
of the humble beginnings
of what we call home.

For it is always a part of you,
and all you will ever be,

for home is wherein.....
wherever.....
the heart lies,
and for my love, it's me.