My Home

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I have learned

Many will knock on your outer door

Invite in only those of good character

Your soul is your home, not all need to be welcomed to walk on your floor

My table feeds a bounty of goodness and kind but seats a chosen few

My company, my chosen story, only pure hearts bind me whole and new

Lack of values tossed with miss guided intentions always seem to fall disappointingly short

When people arrive with anything less than authentic, relationships are neither genuine nor true

I have learned to sit in quiet in the middle of my night

To feel uncomfortable dark and my effervescent light

In my dustiest times when I hear that metaphorical knock on the door of life

Intuition speaks of who needs to keep walking and comes with strife

I honor my home and yours alike, welcoming in only those who respect space with trusted care

My heart is precious, only love lives there

~Alisa Hutton

12 thoughts on “My Home

  1. “I honor my home and yours alike, welcoming in only those who respect space with trusted care

    My heart is precious, only love lives there”

    This saysb so much and hits close to home. Well done, Alisa.

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  2. Thought-full write Alisa and so very true. Sometimes caution can be a good rule of thumb…so to speak. Our homes, in the context of who we are, are truly a sacred space and sharing that space should be done with due consideration. I continue to enjoy your writing. Hope you are well.

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