In a Nutshell
My Father’s house is an infinite resort,
a little cottage with garden, a super nova
in a nutshell of heaven. A mountain to climb.
It is any concept of comfort and joy
you allow your mind
to create.
You are right now in your mind
and in the Father’s Mind; that Mind
is in you and it is all God.
Clear enough?
Therefor chase the ghosts away,
let the demons find their own place.
You may choose any mansion,
but of course the welcome mat
is love.
If these words were not so
he who prepares you that welcome
would have told you so.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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