Safe At Home April 9, 2020 Trina GravesLeave a comment Home… our place of comfort Home… our place of rest Home… is where our Heart is Home… our feathered nest Cocooned in our sanctuary Sheltered from the dark storm Patiently giving time it’s chance To heal, as we keep warm From our place of comfort…
“The Kingdom Of Love” In the dawn of the day, when the sea and the earth Reflected the sunrise above, I set forth, with a heart full of courage and mirth, To seek for the Kingdom of Love. I asked of a Poet I met on the way, Which cross-road would lead me aright, And…
“Home” A touch of paint, Some pretty flowers… Such warmth! A place called home! Amira “Hogar” Un toque de pintura Algunas flores bonitas… ¡Tal calidez! ¡Un lugar llamado hogar! Amira
Inspiring and uplifting thoughts
Bring beauty to the mind,
By dwelling on the positive,
What’s joyful, happy, kind.
Courage and enthusiasm,
Cheerfulness and grace,
Radiating from within
All show upon the face.
The little path that leads to home,
That is the road for me,
I know no finer path to roam, With finer sights to see.
GLAD to be back home again,
Where abide the friendly men;
Glad to see the same old scenes
And the little house that means
All the joys the soul has treasured—
It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home,
A heap o’ sun an’ shadder, an’ ye sometimes have t’ roam
Afore ye really ‘preciate the things ye lef’ behind,
This is the place that I love the best, A little brown house, like a ground-bird’s nest,
How brightly glistening in the sun. The woodland ivy plays!
There is a friendly roof, I know,
Might shield me from the wintry blast;
There is a fire, whose ruddy glow
Will cheer me for my wanderings past.