Thursday, April 28, 2011

A poem I wrote about where I work...

How a House is Grown

Thoughts float down like maple seed wings

...family, diversity, freedom, hope

gently finding fertile soil (quietly forming COMMUNITY)


Actions spring up and create strong branches

providing a place of shelter, purpose and work

where dreams have space to grow (a NEIGHBORHHOD HOUSE)

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