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  • Anna-Zoë D Herr

Navigate Me Home

This poem of mine was published this week in the Christian Science Sentinel.

To me, home is not a place, but much rather the spiritual rest and wholeness of arriving

in our true selves--in Soul.

Navigate me home through desires let go and a more silent heart that lets Your direction fall like the morning dew and blossom up.

Hold me close until I wake to see an endless horizon where the surface of struggle breaks into a calm surrender.

Father-Mother Love, gentle and warm, You are the destination and the now; You hold me through the storm; You are the author of my life, the home I call my own.


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