my favourite things/ this is the house that Love built

I go and sit and just gaze
around me all is light and the smell of fresh wood
all sawn and buffed
raised high
and mighty

like this garden

I walk by and gaze at all the growth
and remember how it started
dark earth
seeds
a son excited to plant

and hail storms that cast some seed away

though the beginning was just dark soil and seed
it was the vision of what it would be
that helped us press on

like this land
a small hill and a hollow
and a son's vision of a home
and amazing perseverance against all storms

trust me
he would say

He peeled deep

cut down trees
dead pine
made timbers
lumber

raised them up
fit them together

worked long
through the summer
with family
and friends
all putting in helpful hands

willing hearts
together
putting together
a home
for a mama
and little kidlets
coming from a distant land
one day

all the pieces fit together

that's what love does

the harvest was ripe
our wonderful guests ate well all summer
on the fruits of the garden
and goat's milk and cheese
friendship
and hard work
swims in the Willow
music
dance

At summer's end
a roof was on
our friends went back to their home
our son headed off to university

The rain is falling lightly

a roof is on
what seemed an impossibity to one
was seen plainly by others

Unless the Lord build the house
ye labour in vain that build

Bare ground with a vision
brings a harvest

This is the house
that Love built

my favourite things