Love Light the Way

Home is where the heart is, at least that what they say. To me Love is the ultimate home, not a building in which one stays.

In the winter I see it in a cozy fire, cuddled with a blanket, a cup of coffee, and a book. In the spring I watch it all around, new life bursting forth every place I look.

Jumping into cool waters, summer brings a home of it's own. Quickly moving faster until another season's gone.

I hear it in the winds of Autumn, colorful leaves falling down. A light jacket, a brisk breeze, mums and pumpkins scattered 'round.

I taste it on Thanksgiving Day, my family gathered near. Their lovely sounds of chatter, voices ringing in my ears.

I know it when my little children climb into my lap. I cherish those bedtime snuggles, fleeting moments fading fast.

The touch of my lover, feeling home in another way, a whole new meaning of Love, overwhelmed by it's embrace.

Reaching me in the moments I've given of myself. Monetary or of my time in help of someone else.

If I could have one wish, it would surely be, that Love lights a candle on the pathway home for all the world to see.