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 2021
The Poets Peace
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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