THE HOUSE WITHIN
There is a light that I don't
often see, in the house within
me. Its bolt is resonant, and is
always on, but some human
foible often blinds me to its
view. I often don't know what
to do but soldier on without it.
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Here are the stairs, and here is
the upper room. (I sit here
often, amidst the gloom).
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