It's warmth...it's comfort...it's a quiet harbor in a noisy storm.
It's hot soup on a cold winter's day. It's an old worn shoe. It's a favorite chair. It's a soft pillow on which I can rest my head.
It's a roof over my head. It's food on the table. It's my favorite sweater.
It's a smile. It's a hug. It's a simple nod of the head. It's a gentle touch.
I see you. I know you.
I search. I seek. I imagine. I dream.
I wonder - what it will look like...if it should ever find me. I wonder - will I recognize it...and will it recognize me?
How will I know? How will it?
It's always within.