Home and a Storm Named Change / by Nora M. Barghati


In a faraway land
separated by time and place
in the eye of a storm
I stand
its harsh winds etching
its mark
upon my face.

like a dried leaf
caught in the wind
back and forth
I toss
between fear and grief
and the distance offers no relief.
Yet with God’s help;
His sweet mercy and grace
the memory of what once was
I tightly embrace
and my heart remains
in the red dirt of home.


Although far away
I wander
although far away
I roam
my heart is never far from home

© 2014 Nora M. Barghati (All Rights Reserved)
Image courtesy of Tiziana Vanetti


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s