when you are lost, so easy to be these days
remember what brings you home
gray clouds recall dark waves of the sea
both echo in the rushing creeks and slower rivers
a handful of dirt is grit from your own bare feet
a smudge from the cheek of a beloved child
dust from a house that makes you feel safe
despair is easy, just too is hope
both practiced habits we daily foster
be kind to yourself thus to others
come back, come back, always return
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