As I enter, the beholder's eye shies,
From a rendition of what your house would be.
Awash with Serenity
Foul taste of my sin
Erodes my mouth...
I have been away far too long.
- He's my son....
Pain written in my tears
I am at a loss
Humble, I beseech thee
Fore I have naught left
Seasoned Oak and tarnished Brass
Creak inward, and warm shadows
Perfumed with incense,
Greets broken pride
Shy, hesistant steps echo on
Marble, with wisdom lost in memory
Defeated resolve buckles knees.
The face,... drawn, tired
Reflects anguish, sorrow, and fear.
Supported by a pew, spent to exhaustion's limit
...............A Father prays
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