House of Bricks

Seeing how it is Sunday and all, i have been thinking about my Savior and how special the atonement is to me. Last week in church i taught a lesson on this very subject, and it reminded me of this poem. I came across House of Bricks a few months ago in an old notebook of mine and until then had forgotten all about it. I'm not sure when i wrote it, but due to the other writings surrounding it i'm guessing it was about 3 years ago. It displays my feelings about how the atonement has affected me in my life. I just had a thought the other day about how i refer to myself in this poem as a house of bricks. The significance of this (and i never thought about this until this week), is that when we see houses in our dreams they represent our self, according to dream analysts. Just a little food for thought.

House of Bricks

A house of bricks with four strong walls

to outside elements won't fall

It takes a special kind of wind

to dispense doom and bring its end.

With inside pieces flying 'round

Those sturdy walls come crashing down

And in one final deafning sound

All is still upon that ground.

But mostly one would always find

atleast small parts of house that rise

From heaps of rubble upward bound

to be rebuilt once they are found.

A skillful carpenter can fix

this humble house of crumbled bricks

And with his healing hands he works

to build it stronger than at first.

And in no time it seems it stands

a masterpiece of careful hands

A witness to the neighbors there

The power of His redeeming care.