
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