A house is a face
that wears expression,
with eyes and smile
and silent voice that speaks.
A house is a face,
strong or broken,
happy or sad,
wise or reckless.
A house is a face -
modern or antique,
steady or patched up,
proud or humble,
crumbling or settled,
owned or abandoned,
blending in crowd or standing out,
beautiful or plain.
A house is a face,
familiar or strange,
and the most welcoming and precious
is called home.
Its eyes are warm,
lit with inner light
that shines into darkness.
It is part of the evening.
It goes to sleep,
eyes closed,
snuggled under blanket of stars
and lullaby of trees.
Wakes up in the morning,
bathes in sunrise,
lets busy day through the door
as a welcomed guest.
A home is a face
with understanding smile,
with fire in its hearth
that's endlessly burning,
endlessly warm and cosy,
with hearts that resonate together -
a safe haven for weary soul,
a happy haven for busy soul.
A home is a face
that makes you smile back,
with life-giving roots,
a place you call your own.
© Ludmila
(Picture by Richard Burns)
