Abandoning


The house of the Father
Was just an illusion
To the man of the house
Who lived in confusion.

The house of my father
Was the Father to him
Who gave him a life
By a curse now redeemed.

He counted the houses
His family will own
To the will of himself
That was foolishly grown.

The house of the Father
He never included;
It was the house
His love always excluded.

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    My father believed that his house was the symbol of his achievement in the face of his enemies. It became an obsession to him and he suffered because of it. This taught me the lesson that you cannot put your faith in earthly possessions.