Gentle, welcoming path, with delicate blooms to guide my steps,
the scent of memory and promise,
beckoning the foreigner to the embrace of home.
Home - where heart may be healed and whole...
How I long for you, my love,
how I dream of the shared dance of praise, the experience of life,
the flowing caress of butterfly breath,
tickling delight and laughter, you and I sought after,
the hearts no longer deserted, or gated from one another,
as we drink together in the courts of the sanctuary.
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