The Perfect House

I want to build a perfect house and home
I can enjoy for, lo, these many years,
a sun porch warm, a foyer with a dome,
a place to show expensive souvenirs.

But since I'm getting old, it will not last,
and nothing I possess I can take with,
why dwell upon the past when past is past,
and merely build a crumbling monolith?

Instead I'll sell more baggage for the poor,
forsaking every fad and fantasy,
to always ask for less instead of more,
and build a house for all eternity.

O God, let me prepare to take for free
the perfect mansion You have made for me.

                      -- by Pete Voelz        6/06