Trails So Short

Who would have thought that life would lead Onto trails that would lead to home in minutes Except that home is no longer there anymore The house is gone burned years ago and never rebuilt The land is still there for one can't get rid of land Except to haul it off inch by inch to another place Then the open gapping hole would still be there When going by, I still feel the spirit of the home The life and energy of the place__the laughter Now that I am domesticated as a plate I desire to depend on someone who loves me Like the family loved me then and held me close Someone who is stronger who will lead me to feel Feel secure and cared for making each day to be Warm with understanding and all the love I can receive One like the mother and father that occupied that home A strong earthly person who could offer that love Understanding, caring, commitment that of love As the heavely Father offers to me each day Only a dream for this is an impossibility...