we are warm, breathing homes,
built not of brick but soul,
pressing our flesh into love,
pulling love tightly into us.
there is no room for fear
when walls are made of light,
when every corner hums belief.
fear is the lock, rusted shut,
but love is the open door,
the soft chair, the window.
fear cannot take root here,
cannot find a single crack.
let love grow so wildly full,
so untamed and overflowing—
then, even in storm\'s shadow,
you will know: love is God.