Home is where life happens
where plans are made
dreams are forged
and memories
are made
This place this river these trees
the fingers of God brushing through them
whispering to me from up above
and over rock and stone below
This place speaks to me
reaches down inside
and touches me
moves me
thrills me
is a part of me
This place is where I go
to come alive again
it restores me revives me
puts me back in touch with You
This place I’ll always call home
~ poem “This Place” by Michael Traveler
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