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