The Two Neighbourhoods

I walked past so many rich and beautiful homes today,

The choice of wood and marble nearly made my eyes melt away.

Perhaps it is the grandeur of my past juxtaposed against the present,

That brings out this lure towards good architecture in me, like a gawking peasant.

But there is something wonderful to be said about the peace reigning in my heart,

Any greed, ambition and lust answers to Him that formed the stars.

It is beautiful, in a sense, to look at my past, present and future through this lens,

Unscathed by trials I have survived, I still laugh, cry, and find joy, even while peeking over the fence.

So past the rich homes and fancy sidewalks, I walk, back to the home I fondly know,

Hidden above a bank, populated by neighbours that act like our foe.

Up the unpainted stairs, opposite an old struggling lift,

To the second floor of this dilapidated building, lies a sight that one cannot miss.

A wooden door, with no name on top, for the protection of those inside,

Yet on the outside is attached a simple wooded cross, that signifies our allegiance to Christ.

It is not much to see nor can it house many, but it is still home sweet home to me,

Where a sinner once lived, but now is freed, what a splendid reality.

For it is not four walls, high ceilings or luxury that maketh the perfect house,

It’s the simple joy of living in love with family, friends or a spouse.