THE HOUSE


A tall house with fresh paint
The grass cut and green
Windows dark in the twilight
The front door open

A man walks up to the house
Feleing lost in his torn shirt and pants
His life has taken many turns
Not many of them have been good

There is still life and hope in his eyes
He thinks to himself
Just a chance is all I need
Maybe here, not knowing really where he was

He went through the door
The house empty
His foot steps sounded loud
And hollow as he moved forward

The door closed behind
He did not notice
A warm place to sleep the night
The house didn�t feel real but nothing did anymore

He went to the fire place
Placed wood in piece by piece
The fire burned into his cold face
Who am I

Lost in the flicker of the flames
A feeling came to him one of welcome
He sensed people all around him
They wanted to dance

He stood in surprise
Then he began to twirl
A voice told him
This is the dance of life

He let go, freedom
Then he could see the others
As colors then they took form
His worn clothes gone

Replaced by light
He had questions
But they were soothed away by love
He couldn�t help but smile

It had been so long since he felt joy
Yet in this house there was nothing else
He was passed from one to another
Each time he was more at ease

This is the song of love
His ears heard the penetrating sound
Was he blessed at last
What in him has changed

The thoughts were held deep
He knew he was worthless
But here something was giving to him
He resisted but they continued

All life has meaning and no one is lost
This gift we give to you
Love, light and peace
The body is no longer yours

He wondered if he was dead
They told him life is transient
Love is always replenished
Light is seen and cherished

Yes he thought I am home


Michael V Hechtman