(A poem by Sophia Shapira)
A wanderer without a home can let the anchor lay
When finally she’s at a port harmonious with her way.
No longer lost and searching from whence she’s gone astray,
She finally has found a land where she can gladly stay.
And finally from her old weary trek she’ll get some rest
And live there as a local now rather than as a guest,
And make a home in which her inner heart can be expressed
Once she finds the place in which her jigsaw piece fits best.
– – Sophia Elizabeth Shapira
– – 2012-04-28