The Spare Room

There's a room in my heart;
A room for wandering strangers
A room for homeless kids
A room for those that need
A little bit of love.

I keep it safe and warm
for those who come and go
so when I love my folks
and those I always love
I leave a little space
for the traveller in the dark
who needs some gentle care
and a little bit of love

I keep that little room
for the homeless little kids
who need a little love
but cannot pay for it

I keep the little room
for the injured birds of spring
a place to heal their wounds
before they fly back home.
the doors are always open
and the room is always there
for every passing stranger
who needs an open heart.

First  written by  Arinola Abari in Aug.1996

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KBO said…
The past is gone the future is not birthed all we have is today here and now , mental contentment is being in union with who we are and not who the world expects . Your journey starts now brownbutterfly as u have arrived at the door of self actualization and your purpose aligns with it
Enjoy !!! Love your writings
November 29, 2022 at 5:14 AM
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