Dwelling Place
A heart that bleeds
at a friend's misfortune,
is a soul so pure.
a heart that gloats
at a friend's misfortune
is a soul so odious.
both good and evil are
conceived in the chambers of the soul.
the one you feed,
makes your soul a dwelling place.
when in doubt,
feed the one that walks with
kindness, love and peace.
Copyright © Christine Chukwueke | Year Posted 2022
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