All Rights Reserved Kaczmarek, David, Bro.

this is the house you built for me
    it's good stuff- strong, safe, sufficient
       some are seasonally wasted,
        unappreciated by their guest
            mine is home, though you built it
        before, I barred the door,
        and took it for my own
    nested myself- secluded, sheltered, silent
like the place of my deluded design
    all around, squatters come and go
        but you, loving, landed, Lord
        come knocking
            and my home is not my own
gentle rapping to sound a temporary state
    while round me you are seen soaring
        calling for my key
            the door flung open
            the heaviest stone toppled
            the silence stung by joy
the house is left behind
                                        and we are on the wing.

Brother David Kaczmarek, T.O.R.

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