My heart is at a loss as it
searches for a home –
even as I sit here, even as I sit here in
the comfort of this place.
My heart is at a loss as it
reaches for a peace –
a peace that calms my restless soul, a soul
that cannot settle in this mess.
My heart is at a loss as it
feels strangled by new limits,
limits that are new and have descended in a
tidal wave, a wave that overwhelms me.
My heart is at a loss as it dreams of
better days, as it dreams of better days filled with
comfort and touch, the touch that heals and soothes,
and plays with long-lost freedom.
This is the home I am in, a home that
holds the fears and worries, a home
that keeps me safe from harm, still. Though my heart is
a tangle which longs to loosen, it is my home, it
is my home.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, March, 2020
Becoming and Beholding 
Amen! This poem speaks to the heart of our loss and also refuge. ♥️♥️
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