Dwelling

"A Cocoon", 2004, Painting, oil on panel. Nikolay Sazhin.

How quickly the empty house began to decay
Without a soul to breathe within

Standing water around its foundation revealed
Decades of lonely tears

Crippled walls crash in and that timeworn
Way groans out in agony

The burrow vanquished, in its place
Will rise a new home

Oh, but the razing is neither death nor destruction
To a hollow, broken facade

The suffering is metamorphosis, beloved
You are being reborn

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3 responses to “Dwelling

  1. Literal? Figurative? Both? New house? New you? Love the questions this raises. Thank you, Heather.

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    • It’s multi-faceted, but represents how some things need to go in order for good to happen. The house being torn down is the pain and struggle of transformation. I guess it’s a little bit of Romans 12:2.

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