Not brick, nor stone, nor roof above,
Not measured by the things we love—
But something still, beneath the skin,
A quiet truth: home lies within.
It hums beneath the noise of day,
A compass when we lose our way.
No need to search through dust or din—
The door is there, and it’s within.
Through broken dreams or winds that toss,
Through seasons marked by love or loss,
We learn, through every fall and win,
The roots we seek are grown within.
So pause awhile, breathe in the air,
You’ll find there’s more than silence there.
A hearth that waits, beyond the din—
Come rest, dear soul. Your home’s within.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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