advent journal: house hunting

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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