The House of Human Kindness (a poem of inspiration)

The House of Human Kindness...for the children of the Lord...
The House of Human Kindness...for the children of the Lord...
A place of sanctuary...a threshold, meant for the great and small...
A place of sanctuary...a threshold, meant for the great and small...
In times of darkness...a place of rest and solitude...
In times of darkness...a place of rest and solitude...
A place to weather life's storms...
A place to weather life's storms...
God beckons to his children to come home...
God beckons to his children to come home...
God's own promise, written in the beauty of the skies...
God's own promise, written in the beauty of the skies...
A reflection of God's grace and caring for his children...
A reflection of God's grace and caring for his children...



The foundation, the base, of this, our human race...at its very core,

The good of heart, the kindness there... beacon that shines before.

Those brightest spirits, do then come forth, and help to light the day,

The dark of heart, their unkindness shone, out shined in every way.


As each brick is placed, a good deed done, as dominoes of strength,

Raised high to tower and to weather the storms, all the walls, at length.

A finest roof to shelter and give rest, every nail, well driven in its place,

The grand house of human kindness, our fine sanctuary to embrace.


Mighty pillars we find, in front to greet, are a sign of all greatest power,

Our structure represents the best of men, time spent well in every hour.

Does give shelter and a home, secure, from all storms and woes of life,

A place to seek in times of stress, comfort, in those terrible times of strife.


In our home we shun no one, accepting all, regardless of color or creed,

Feeding the hungry and to clothe the poor, providing every human need.

The milk of all human kindness, runs very deep, and from within the soul,

So quenches the longing for drink, of the thirsty, needy children, to console.


The house of all human kindness, to proudly stand upon the flowering hill,

Down through the ages, written on all the pages, the reflective spirit, still.

A home to accept the strong and weak, God's family, the bold, or so mild,

A symbol of omnipotence, in its magnitude, for that of every mother's child.










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A symbol of strength for every mother's child...
A symbol of strength for every mother's child...

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swalia 14 months ago

lovely poem!


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annart 14 months ago from SW England

You always pen such beauty, whonu. Lovely photos too.

I often think about the blood, sweat and tears, not to mention the deaths, that used to go into making God's houses. We look at those massive cathedrals all over Europe and think of the dedication that went into them.

Ann


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whonunuwho 14 months ago from United States Author

Thank you to my friends swalia and annart for your kind words and blessings to you both. whonu


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RJ Schwartz 14 months ago from Idaho Falls, Idaho

An epic architectural journey - a great way to explain that the building is more than just bricks and nails, but a living breathing part of the community


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blessedp 14 months ago

Beautiful poem.


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whonunuwho 14 months ago from United States Author

Thank you my friend. whonu


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whonunuwho 14 months ago from United States Author

Thank you my friend RJ and blessings to you and yours. whonu


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whonunuwho 14 months ago from United States Author

Thank you my friend. whonu


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Michael-Milec 14 months ago

In essence, we hear you saying ,

" Clearly, we are the temple of the living God. As God said' I will live and walk among them. I will be their God and they will be my people.' "

Peace with us.


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whonunuwho 14 months ago from United States Author

Yes my friend and each one of us has their own stewardship to honor in our Lord's service...Amen...whonu


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BlossomSB 14 months ago from Victoria, Australia

Lovely poem and great photos, too. Blessings to you.


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manatita44 14 months ago from london

Beautiful poetry!


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whonunuwho 14 months ago from United States Author

Thanks manatita and blessings. whonu


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whonunuwho 14 months ago from United States Author

Thanks manatita and blessings. whonu


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bravewarrior 14 months ago from Central Florida

You paint a beautiful picture of the warmth and kindness many find within the walls of a church. Your reverence shines in your words, whonu.


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whonunuwho 14 months ago from United States Author

Thank you my friend and blessings on this fine warm Summer morning. whonu

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