Where the Heart Is Strong

When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots. Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots. Now that I have traveled many lands, I wish only to go back home. To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands. I wish no longer to roam. Youth tends to be arrogant and blind. Not knowing what I had, for home was mine. Now it is the place for which I yearn. The place from which I came, and wish to return. The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart. After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start. Funny how being away for so long can change a soul. Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole. This is where I will always belong, For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong. Sarah Comstock 5/20/00