Finding Home

When all is calm and still, devoid of even the song of the winds, when the leaves of trees are mute, I breathe in, breathe deep, quiet, stillness, peace, it is then that my soul sings... Singing, evoking a distant memory Of a place we might have been... Was it a childhood dream? lived as if real? Was it a place of sand, where waves came rushing in? Was it high on top the cityscape where clouds kissed our weary cheeks? Where was it? My memory evades... And then it dawns like that of an earnest sun breaking through the darkest dark of night, It wasn't anywhere else, It was the clear as day evoking life truth... It was a fierce pull of belonging, a finally finding oneself, It was a wondrous, beautiful certainty A final finding of home, that is you... Photo credit: Joy Villahermosa

Rain falling like the story of my life ,in droplets, in cascading downpour, with occasional whispers of a lonesome wind pulling me into a deep slumber of rest and respite And then it thunders on,the sky, and the rain,endless torrents of tears seeping into every crack, every break of my soul, and then it happens-- night falls. It finally ceases the thunder and the rain. All is silent save for the moon beckoning me to wake, rousing my soul from dreary sleep .And then I do. And this is when lightning strikes again...