SONNETS OF EXPERIENCE
'Home is where the heart is' so people say,
But it's not that pulsing pump on the left,
Real heart is Spiritual all the way,
It's wiser and even much more deft,
It dwells deep inside the yearning breast.
Where divine wisdom and real peace do dwell,
There rests aspiring soul beneath the chest,
Search for her and all will be found very well.
How to find that true home is our holy task?
By devotion and enquiry we can find out,
If we sincerely and prayerfully ask,
Then by grace all's revealed with a mighty shout.
"Come to me my dear child, come home at last,
You were prodigal once, now I'll ever hold you fast".