by Jon Coe

Created on: July 15, 2009

When I'm there I know myself
there is no poverty or wealth
It is a place that glows inside
I do not run to it nor hide

All are welcome to come in
the love out weighs the sin
It has walls without doors
there are no points or scores

The sun shines through the rain
rainbows cure the pain
Panes of glass unfold to part
this feeling in my heart

For where ever I may stand
atop a tree or rocky land
There is a place that I call home
inside and out this spirit roam

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