Our True Home
There is a place were we all belong
Not surrounded by brick, wood or steel
No yard to mow, No flowers to pick
Yet safe and warm, secure from harm
The place that I write is in the heart of us all
Gently wrapped in the sheet of the souls white light
Walls of spirit, roof of thought
Sparkling eyes as windows, no need for locks
Free as a summer breeze, the scent of summer rain
We all envelop ourselves with its hugs and love
Safe as a child in their mothers arms
With the strength of a fathers hand
We can't see this home but feel its warmth
Just like a lovers smile, and tender touch
Envelop your heart with its gentle glow
Feed your soul, drink the necture
Cook from mother earth's recipe
Pass this on to all you know
Be a spirit builder before its too late
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