Villenelle for Home

A house is nothing but sticks and mud
The world around, though styles vary
Everything comes down with a thud

Relationships are the framing studs
Whether we sleep alone or marry
A house is nothing but sticks and mud

Built with money, or sweat and blood
A house, for now, is a place to tarry
Everything comes down with a thud

Home is a place where love can bud
Humility learning to laugh and carry
A house is nothing but sticks and mud

Dig down deep before the flood
Rushes through, life’s joy to parry
Everything comes down with a thud

A house may fall, but no home is a dud
The building was always extemporary
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Reality

Illusions fall and shatter
Thorny shards scatter

Look carefully
Step carefully

Soul-silence sweeping
Reality’s unveiling


It is  rambling, infant chatter
undermined self-importance
It is  unending, unseen chores
doorways to humility
It is traveling to teasing chants of “Betrayal!”
bear-hug forgiveness upon return
It is  satisfaction overflowing
ambitions quietly simmering
It is  quietness and trust
strengths drawn from repentance


Crystal slivers bagged and gone
Deeper truth glitters on

Surpassing value of You
Surpassing value of Them

Precious stones strewn
These fundamentally true

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