From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.
The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.
But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.
Behold the Divine Light within
a place of giving
a place of gratitude
a place of Love.
May Divine Light fill our hearts
with Love
to be poured out
into the world ...