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Felicity
There is a gate that is always open
and a home called Felicity
A place of inspiration
and a way of being
Open to the sky and the seasons
With a stream that flows
Where dreams grow like flowers from a painting
and a song from the wind
When rain and sunshine shower
and fall like snow
And a home can be built among the trees
Where love can flower and the garden nourish
and the stars cover sleep
and comfort and peace flourish
I come home to Felicity
A place to play my heart
A place to be with the source
and surrender the day
Making my art with those things I find and dancing
with the child in me
Felicity is a few acres to be quiet on
and space enough
to think out loud
We can walk to the little village and we can
follow the river to town
And when we go away and we return,
we come back to that look in our eyes
We are happiness and bliss and the music of the sound
of Felicity
- Douglas E. Taylor 2008 ©
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