HOME BUILDING

Sometimes I feel like a sojourner,
A stranger within my own soul;
Whose thoughts and feelings seem quite foreign,
Leaving me scattered rather than whole.

Other times I find more clarity,
When the fog of confusion lifts;
My thoughts and feelings speak for themselves;
I can appreciate strengths and gifts.

Time is essential for home building;
The land I explore is my self.
Its vastness and depth stretch forever;
The wholeness I find is my wealth.

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