We think it is so solid,

this gingerbread house

with its cookie siding,

chocolate wafer roof

and frosting accents,

when really it is

only butter, sugar and spice.


The walls we try to lean on

crumble away with slight pressure

or melt to mush in a glass of milk.


Fortunately the true mansion

stays steady within.

Its walls of humility

mortar of patience

floor of contentment

and roof of balance

never, ever succumb

to any emotional tornado

or mental wrecking ball.


Such adversaries

simply move right through,

with no collision.


Enjoy the gingerbread house,

relish its sweetness and fun,

but, dear one, light the evening fire

in the true home with your Beloved,

and sit peacefully in the warm glow.

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