Welcome


I could have picked a different place to spell out WELCOME.

But apparently, I chose a deer path.

They can’t read, of course—but they sure can kick rocks.

That’s okay. I just go out and fix the deer-kicked stones.

And somehow, that reminds me:
Be welcoming.
The world needs it.

Even when my welcome gets trampled or scattered,
I just keep spelling it out again.

Because maybe it’s the welcome someone needs today.


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