I always come home to you,

Your smile, your arms, your lips.
Strong as the anchors of a ship,
Tethering my wandering, wondering heart.
There is a safety in our past,
Landmarks of history,
Reminding me why I’m here
A testimony to our togetherness,
My life with you.
Alone right now I chart my path,
Traveling far–
Not in circles, but meteoric spurts
Up and out, fierce bursts of energy,
then a quiet return.
Always back again to you.
My husband and I celebrated our 39th anniversary on Bastille Day–July 14th.  When you’re married that long sometimes you need to get away and have your own space.  I wrote this during one of those away times.  He is so worth coming back to–a real gift to me from God.
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