Home is where the heart is
Home is where the heart is.
But what if your heart is scattered and lost to you – pieces of it left with people and places along your journey? What then?
Is home then everywhere, or nowhere?
What’s mine is yours
What’s mine is yours. What’s yours is mine.
If I’m feeling your pain, it’s because I have that same wound.
I’m right there with you, moving through it in my own way
A gulf of faith
And maybe there will always be this gulf of faith, between what seems possible, and what does not.
I am not here to be right
I am not here to be right. I am not here to make my version of the world better than yours.
I do not have to…
I do not have to….