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.
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Author:
gray0328 (
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- Published: March 21st, 2025 13:05
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Comments1
A beautiful poem Gray bright with an offering of hope to all. It speaks of love as a saving grace from fear and so it is. If one loves oneself and others as well as all nature there is no room or reason for fear. Most lovely.
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