If You Ask Me

If you ask why

I burned down my house

I will tell you.

In the morning

I came to my sacred space

Careful construction of my own hands

Over years beautiful and ornate

and every prayer

was hollow

my household gods

wore my own face.

Filled with sorrow and shame

I purified the good earth with flame

Now, because I must have some place to live

I am at peace making new bricks.

LFM