Here I am in a house full of people,
Me in my empty house.
Here is a home for many settled souls,
Though mine is vagabond.
So many pearls at peace in their shells
While mine is unformed, unpolished;
Into a restive sandstorm it absconded
When it thought I couldn't tell.
Yet here I am in a house full of people,
And I try to bear it well.
Topic(s) of this poem: religion
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