Home- my one and only refuge

Home. A place where the air is permeated with the replenishing aura of love that tickles your soul and tends to your laceration, pain, and enervation, and like warm embers, the embraces by family and allies heats and thaws your frozen heart. Home. The thirst for the silence of those who are persecuting is quenched; the hunger for the fruitful flavor of rest is satisfied; the endless search has been abnegated; for it is now acquired. Home. The river of memories comes in abundance, flowing with the nostalgia in the minds of many, retrieving the sunken and buoyant evocations, the aberrated and mundane reminiscences; its waters slip out your eyes. Home. The imperfections illustrate the image, each imprecise aspect manifesting a resplendent piece, a painting that God has now contrived- realistic and never shattered. Home is priceless. Deserving of a home is all that respire. Home, my boisterous, imperfect, yet lovely home. My one and only refuge. My greatest thanks to Habitat-for-Humanity for their commendable effort to contributing to a better tomorrow- everyone is deserving of a home; it is not to be earned. Keep amalgamating families and preserving the treasures of our earth for the greater good!