Restoring lives - One soul, one story, one journey at a time

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There is a place where healing grows,

Beyond the noise the world bestows–

Where mind and body and Spirit meet,

And weary hearts find restful feet.

 

A whisper through the forest air,

A silent prayer on lifted hair,

The touch of horse, the stretch of soul,

The breath that gently makes us whole.

 

Not bound by walls or rigid lines,

But shaped by grace and sacred signs–

Where yoga bends the body low,.

And gardens teach the heart to grow.

 

Where wounds are met with holy hands,

And every soul who limps still stands.

Where food is love, and time is kind,

And peace is something we can find.

 

This is the work, the sacred art,

Of tending soul and mending heart.

Of guiding each one not alone–

Back to the God who calls us home.

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-VVC