I tidied the house
And arranged the garden
I planted nice flowers
I even colour coordinated them – for when they would blossom
I demolished un-necessary rooms
An interior designer helped me re-shape the place
Then the windows
I gleamed and cleaned them – now you can see really well
With the remaining rooms inside
I also dealt with
I got rid of those I didn’t like
And learned to live with those photos on the wall I couldn’t take off
Even those rooms I never ever liked
Or ones I didn’t want to show my guests
I tidied them up and opened their doors
In the end I opened the house
From the front door and all the way to the attic
An open home for anyone who wants to come in for a chat over coffee
Become a regular guest or
Four years it took me to clean my house
I think I wrote this in early 2004, originally in another language.
Obviously the end of a 4 year process, but in a way just the beginning. You need to look at my “Lights Out” poem first, because this is like the happy ending that was missing from that one. But it came two years later.
I really believe that “salvation comes from within”, but the catch is that you need to do it first before you can believe in it.