Soul's Home

Past the raging rivers of their fear.
Deep within an emptiness that
never quite came clear.
Soft, the voice - a gentle tone.
A lullaby that came
from their soul's home.
No chorus blared.
The glare of light was dimmed
into a glow of rainbow hues -
feather-light and anchored in the air.
Within this love, their spirits flew.
Simple, easy, without pain.
Within each death, a life regained.
Take to wing. Begin to sing
while lifted by the angel wings
you grew...

? Michaelette ?

7/2/2003
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Take me home . . .