Some things are hard to imagine.
Others are hard to create.
The truth is a matter of logic.
The art is the magic of faith.
The marriage of both is the music.
The fabric I weave is a house.
My words become add-ons to pictures,
that show up in your dreams at night.
Somehow when I look, still in wonder,
at all of the houses we’ve built
I still see more treasures to plunder,
and weave like a fabulous quilt.
For now I envision the villages
that will still show a grander intent,
where they’re all made from salvage
just like my sweet houses,
but all can be taken off grid.
Please help me dismantle the past that was built,
and turn it into a new day.
Allow us to fashion a model for those,
Who will follow this path for their Way.
Join me in making a difference,
in stopping the waste of our world,
with forests disguised as houses and barns,
which, into the landfill, they’re hurled.
Please salvage to build any home, not just small.
Thus raise a sweet child in a pure place to be.
A home you can keep till the day that you die,
but still lets you live your life free.