There are many towns, cities and countries I could choose, even where my mother and father were born.
But this is where I choose to call home. This place in your bosom. In that secret place, in that special room.
I have travelled miles searching for truth, looked here, there and everywhere, even in the stars and a-top a stony hill, but found it no where, except in this place I choose to call home.
I was invited to a so called feast of everlasting peace, only to drink the broth of chaos.
Then when I remembered where I first met the Prince of Peace, I made a fast retreat to that place I choose to call home.
When looking for that place, don’t take the broad way with tinsels aglow rather choose the narrow way, unbecoming but where truth and peace are in abundant flow.
©️26-Jun-18 DEN -The Witness