My Ruby Shoes
Click, click, 'There's no place like home!' There
are so many clichés surrounding this one word, 'home' - that space where we
feel that we belong, where we head for comfort when the pressures of life in
the big world threaten to crush us, where unconditional love is generously
dished out, satisfying our true hunger.
A warm and
welcoming home might not be a reality for all of us, but we all have a home
that has nothing to do with our physical dwelling places, one that is located
within our hearts, calling us to come in for regular meals of encouragement, to
be bandaged up with a few strong hugs, to set down our load of harmful clutter. We are all responsible for making sure that
our 'home's welcome mat is dusted off and prominently displayed in our eyes and
smiles; no fancy fixtures needed - just the genuine warmth of a little light.
The key is always under the mat - or tucked into the toe
of a ruby shoe. Those shoes are more
than just decorative - they're a sparkling porthole that calls to each of us to
follow our own unique path that leads to home - where the heart is:
My Ruby Shoes
My heart is walking,
Walking around,
In a pair of ruby shoes,
And wondering about
That clicking sound
That it cannot seem to lose.
With every step,
And every click,
It listens for a clue;
It dares not stop
Nor take them off,
Though they're leading it somewhere new.
I realize that my
Heart seems to have
A destiny all its
own,
And those clicking sounds
Are its gentle waves
Carrying me back home.
To home,
Not a place,
But a state of mind
Where warmth and welcome meet,
Where love walks around in ruby shoes
That click with each heartbeat.
