I want to be a place people come back to and are welcomed A place like home. A place that recognizes good. A place that loves. I place that never leaves and it always there holding a light in the darkness for those that have lost their way or whom are coming home. I want to … Continue reading Touchstone
I had forgotten the sweet burning wood Made more by that time of year, That quality of year. Summer's burning is not the same And It felt so good to be home I'd been a long time, gone And it felt so good to be home.