Searching for Home

Searching for home,
for the space in which love is birthed.
Look past the dive bombing bees,
remember there are butterflies nearby,
and they are all necessary for life.
Perhaps the bullies pollinate kindness and community in response.
Just remember to keep your head down,
toward your heart.

Heaven and hell are realities created by us, moment by moment, in what we attend to.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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