House Of Faith Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

There is a treasured structure
with walls not built by hands
its roof rests on strong rafters
pale seagulls understand

It is of ancient vintage
no termites chew its planks
no locks secure its entrance
no moat, no guard, no tanks

Although it harbors riches
far greater than much gold
it can't be robbed or plundered
or bartered, traded, sold

This priceless gloried mansion
is easily obtained
when I lay down my weapons
and all my pride has drained

When humbly in my chamber
with hot repentant tears
I ask for help from heaven
I'm drawn to unseen stairs
and find a solid stronghold
in those great walls of old
that can't be built with mortar
nor bought, nor ever sold

There is a treasured structure
with walls not built by hands
its roof rests on strong rafters
pale seagulls understand.