Faith House
I haven’t posted a poem in a while. Then I discover that April is simultaneously Alcohol Awareness and Poetry Month?
Faith House
My faith is like a house
whose roof needs to be fixed;
the bathroom needs new grout.
I need to clean the brick
made black by smoke and soot
from a backyard fire youth.
And still, as an adult,
it is my sole refuge
from the dull sting of doubt.
The foundation may tear
but that’s what life’s about:
I work on its repair.
If your faith were a house, what kind of house would be? What shape would it be in? Let me know in the comments.
(No, I did not get the question from BadInterviewQuestions.com…the site doesn’t exist…don’t click it…you’ll feel silly)
Mondays are mundane, why not make them miraculous?
Previous Post
Next Post
That was good! I was really taken in by the photo. I’m a big fan of barn-housed, underground, and grass on the roof. ❤❤❤❤❤ lol
I enjoyed your poem. It made me think.
Thank you Google Images! The only photo I can take credit for is the main header, and I can’t take credit for it. That was taken by my beautiful wife in Salt Lake City, UT. I think it’s the Great Salt Lake in the background that gives it an other-worldly feel. Enjoy the new blog Abbie.
Well your beautiful wife is good!! Other-worldly is one of my favorites! 🙂
Very nice, Mark. Thanks for sharing your words. As always, it’s a pleasure to read. – Dan
If my faith were a house, it would have a little mouse scampering up and down the stairs until I became aware that I had become complacent and needed to spruce up where I paid rent, thereby providing myself a fresh sense of awareness of what I know is best.
Thanks for stopping by and congrats on getting the bio of your father signed and sealed. How cool!
My faith house would kind of look like my old apartment: a little dirty, cluttered, but ultimately a refuge from the world. Man, I miss that place sometimes….
I hear you there Robert. I think I just miss having my own space sometimes. I agree that faith feels like a refuge from all the craziness. Always good to have Writing For Ghosts float on through. Did you check out Christian Wiman yet?
Oops, no. It’s now on my list for today (aside from grading papers and teaching).
Wonderful work, as always, Mark. How fortuitous indeed that it’s Alcohol Awareness month and Poetry month. What a way to start it off! Blessings, Paul
My faith house used to be a big cold brick barren scary building. But I have since moved out of that dump and I now live in a big warm Craftsman bungalow. Warm wood work all around, greens and Browns, a shady yard, comfortable, filled with the most beautiful and miraculous gifts I’ve ever been given, grace and acceptance, it’s a wonderful safe place to be… And I am profoundly grateful.
The craftsman, of course! Good call. Hand crafted by the most caring of Hands.
I don’t know how to like your post, but I really do like the message of this piece Mark – good work!
Thom! My fellow teacher-poet. Thanks for the ‘like!’ Yeah, I found when I overload my site with those features it breaks down. Then I realized I want to keep things as simple as I can on here.
Makes sense to me. 🙂
For a long time, my home was dark and abandoned. Currently, it stands on solid foundation, as I decorate accordingly. I love your poetry!
Thanks Tate. I like the title for the blog. Look forward to reading more of your posts. Awesome theme: “In house treatment” great idea.
(you may have seen this already) but you can access all the poetry on the site here:
http://www.markgoodson.com/category/poetry
Thanks Mark!
Have you seen the Robin Williams movie What Dreams May Come? I wont spoil it for you but the run down house at the end would be my faith house at the moment. Rebuilding it one prayer at a time. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us.
You know I haven’t! But now I see I have to. I remember seeing ads for that movie.