"Home is who we are and whom we love best / Home has a human form and loving face"
Transcendental Sonnet #1179:
Home
for Silke
So close to Christmas and so far from home
But where is my home if it is not there
Within that loving heart which beats for me?
Home is a poem a state of grace where
We look into each other's eyes and see
Much more than location or sense of place
Home is who we are and whom we love best
Home has a human form and loving face
Silke I find my home within your breast
Wherever you are for me there will be
That elusive haven of my longing
Where I find that feeling of belonging
Which tells me I am home at last home free
As you are home right here inside of me
+Steven Curtis Lance
Copyright MMIV Silke LLC
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Reviewed by Al Swanson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 20, 2004
Steven, I do think that this is totally lovely, opening eyes to the truest value of home, and the aspects so cherished. I thought it also had some Shakespearean drama, kind of, like this verse
But where is my home if it is not there
That, to me, is Shakespearean, and to me, though phrase it that way indicates that that truly is the home, its a great way to phrase it. It speaks that home is where the contentment is, so then, are we ever without a home, and the answer is no, followed by your home, a very tender saying, and so true, Al
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage as she is…whether they wa
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But where is my home if it is not there
That, to me, is Shakespearean, and to me, though phrase it that way indicates that that truly is the home, its a great way to phrase it. It speaks that home is where the contentment is, so then, are we ever without a home, and the answer is no, followed by your home, a very tender saying, and so true, Al