I love my house

And the work it gives to me,

The dear tasks of bringing

Ordered dignity to room and hall

Where the shadow and the whisper

Of my loved ones dwell.

I love the banishing of dust,

The corners square and clean,

The windows clear

As the promise of my future days.

I love the small task

Of mending tears and rips,

Seeing again the joy,

Hearing the swift shout and rush

Of happy, running feet.

I love the clothes clean and sweet again,

Smelling of the sun and wind,

Folded in quiet order to await

More joyous play.

I love my dishes stacked neatly row on row,

Order matching gleaming from the

Chaos of the morning meal-

Sitting solemnly, waiting for the

Renewed communal pleasure

They soon will bring again.

I love my house

And all the work it gives to me

That my soul might grow

With discipline and tempered grace.

Source: June 1958 RS Magazine

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