Forgotten Home by Dejan Stojanovic
My feelings are too loud for words
And too shy for the world.
Read the light and have a dream
In your hidden garden.
No need for words.
The words are but shadows
Of stories never said,
Shining from distant kingdoms,
Reminding you of a forgotten home.
Light rays will tell you the story.
There is another alphabet
Whispering from every leaf,
Singing from every river,
Shimmering from every sky.
As a young girl, summer’s highlight was to go to a 4-H camp around Nebraska and experienced a variety of outdoor activities. One of my favorite things to do (where I guess you could say I felt most at home while at camp) was to spend a lazy afternoon floating down one of the many Nebraska rivers. In fact, 36 years ago, on our honeymoon in Valentine, Nebraska Bob and I “tubed” down the Niobrara river.
It has been decades since I was able to enjoy this pure summer pleasure because of my severe eczema and allergies.
But, things have changed!
In July, Bob and I took a road trip out west to experience some of the adventures we haven’t been able to enjoy for quite some time!
The feelings I had are difficult to describe as we set off tubing down the Niobrara River on a sweltering July afternoon. Perhaps it can be likened to how you feel when you arrive home after a long, long journey and can finally rest. Your home feels familiar yet different, and the peace you experienceis beyond mere words.
That glorious afternoon on the river, I experienced the joy of rediscovering a forgotten home with “feelings too loud for words and too shy for the world.” Let me share with you what I saw and experienced and just as the poet said, “no need for words.”
