Morning Meds; 3 3 19
Do you ever feel the essence of a memory as a homesickness in your soul?
A memory of a tranquil endless sea extending to the sky.
An ocean of reflected light.
The waters breathing in and out,
a haven of peace
an existence with conflict erased.
A memory wafting through the heart,
sensed when your relaxed enough to recall.
We came from there,
we often return,
a lull in our parade of lives.
Our place of birth,
our ancestral home,
the heart of the Creator of All.