Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.
Thich Nhat Hanh
Hark!
The halls of heaven
hail to you
hoping
you hear the call
that will set you free.
And inspire you
to hone your happiness
to harbor hope in your heart
and to hold tightly to honor
so that house up high
may one day become your home.
© Lazarus Shatipamba 2024
The Poets Peace
Published by Lazarus Shatipamba
Hi there! The name is Lazarus but my friends simply call me Laza. You can too.
Who am I? That depends on the angle from which you look at me, but if I was to describe myself I would say I'm a 26 year old man from the sunny, windy city of Windhoek, who is on an odyssey of sorts. Call it a spiritual journey, of creativity, growth and awakening into my best self.
I'm super glad you can join me. Looking forward to getting know you. And what fascinating journeys you could be experiencing.
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There’s always hope during our quest reach home…
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Always…
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Beautiful!
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Thank you so much for the feedback. Its highly appreciated
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🙂 Thank you for writing.
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Wonderful poem of eternal hope. Thanks
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No thank you. I’m glad you liked it
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