advent journal: house hunting

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    I’ve spent another afternoon
    crossing thresholds
    opening doors
    picturing my furniture
    in unfamiliar rooms

    homes don’t change hands
    without groaning
    even breaking
    I could hear the hurt
    when I stood still

    some houses hide their scars
    under fresh paint
    refinished floors
    others are open wounds
    crying for attention

    I hope they understand
    I’m a hunter
    who is hungry
    to find the right house
    and come home

    Peace,
    Milton

    3 COMMENTS

    1. Milton – I have been reading of your move and job switch with compassion. Uprooting, even when Ginger is your home, is so difficult. I pray that you will both be led to the house that has been waiting for you, the house whose embrace you feel as you walk through.

      Anj

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