On a steep incline damp with tears not few
There’s a little cottage through a mist of blue
The door is painted fresh and new
Inside the warmest hearth lit by kindness of you

In a little wooden hand made chair
That you made by showing tender care
There’s a place for us to rest and share

On the stove there waits a heartening meal
Watch as layers of cold from fear unpeel
Showing all that we can deeply feel

On a simple stove a kettle wreathes steam
An ancient lantern throws a smiling beam
Lights up all that we can really mean

Our Souls have wondered tired and far
Following their inner brightness star
Seeking each that they truly are.