Where? You Ask Poem by Smoky Hoss

There's a place, occasionally we dare dream of
where souls are found clear,
where all rise like love
as God draws us near.
There's flowing water
on the mountain clean,
not a drop of anger
nor an ounce of mean.
No one goes hungry
nor lingers in pain,
no lost and empty souls
nor shackles and chains.
There all shall lay upon soft green grass
and under sweet shady trees,
everyone equal
everyone free.
Every good story
heard and told,
the soft sunshine and gentle breeze
forever caressing and calming each soul.
Where, wonder we, is this holy place,
this dream come true?
Just beyond our own hearts door. Open up.
Let Love's kingdom take you into
where 'all things are made new'.