In My Father's House

In my Father's House

you will find rooms filled to the brim

with fire and stones

in my Father's House

you will find rooms filled with 

gasoline and bones

In my Father's House

an engine ceaseless, roars

birds flock in hoards

and the darK, ignored 

In my Father's House 

are many rooms 

and folded sweaters in the gloom

and empty boxes here and there

keys to lost treasure 

and a tractor to spare.

In my Father's House

Grief abides 

in the halls 

It gets in the carpets

It climbs the walls 

In my Father's House

He looks for me

In nooks and closets 

where I might be.

In my Father's House 

are many rooms

full of days un-lived

and race car fumes

In my Father's House

the basement stairs 

go down and down

to chambers saved for 

a select few

where love endures 

and joy is new

he builds these tunnels

he drinks the dew

he lives in silence

waiting

he builds these rooms

he builds these rooms

and He's got one for me

and He's got one for you,

too.