Beloved Ones are like
a cabin in the woods
A safe place to stop
along the journey home
Warm fire of family
of being oneself
No need to cloak
my vulnerability
Or hide my face
in a mask
Feast and refresh
take the nourishment
Rest for the next leg of the road
be it stoney or steep
Another cabin will appear
a light in the window
Will beckon me
when needed most
© 2014 Julie Clark
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