Wednesday, October 22, 2008

My Real Home

I cut it off and shut the door;
didn't want to feel any more.
The feelings left, and hope had died,
But there was still a spark inside.

I looked around and felt alone;
dreams, like corpses, dead and gone.
The future far, and out of reach,
but You had something left to teach.

There was a greater love to know;
it filled me with a comfy glow.
And then I realized Your plan
to not be loved by just a man.

Your arms reached out and circled me;
I knew I was where I should be.
By Your embrace, You let me know:
No matter where I am, You're home.

3 comments:

Ruth Owen said...

wow did you write that? I love it! So pretty! Hey I like your new look and music for your blog.

Sarah said...

Hey! Thanks! And yes, I wrote that poem (in class unfortunately). It was inspired by a 3 Doors Down song. Yeah, I get inspired at the weirdest times!

Ruth Owen said...

Well I think it's awesome! I thought you might have copied it from somewhere. Wow good job! My sister Mary likes to write Poetry too :) But anywhoodles...how are you?

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