"Where is Home?", she asks.

"Wherever I stand", I Whispered. 

"How is that?", she asks.

"It has never been found,

It has never been offered,

It has never been given,  

SO, I made it within!" 

"How does it look?"

"As seen in my Souls Eye." 


"What does it smell like?"

"The scent of Love." 

"What color?"

"Reflects the Mood of My Soul." 

"How can I share".

"Step inside is all you have to do.

The door is open.

There are no Locks.

You are always Welcome."

 "Where is it?"

"Standing before you."


©  Jack Brady 2016